THE HISTORY OF POLINDOR AND FLOSTELLA: WITH OTHER POEMS.  
By I H. Esq  
The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged.  
LONDON, Printed, by T. R. for Thomas Dring, at the George in Fleetstreet near Cliffords-Inne, 1657.   

To the READER.  
judicious Reader,  
I Present Thee here with an Historical POEM, the Plot being all mine own; whose Groundwork partly laid in very young years, though Review'd since, much Enlarged: 'Tis of no great bulk, yet various, and I hope the Style and Matter both may please Thee; As for mere Verse, Rhyme (though those should add their Grace) Compared to the First, I thought them still but as the Tinkling part of Poetry. There were some reasons for the Printing it, though chief, thy Recreation, as 'twas mine in the Composing; and, if Please, I have my Wishes; for Applause, I think not on't, having outlived that Vanity. There follow some adjoined POEMS (different forms) culled out from many others, wherewithal I could have swelled the Book much greater, but thought these enough; since, wishing to present thee with some thing of higher Consequence; hoping I have not much erred, beating this Road thus far, wherein so many Others (great Parts too) have gone far more Voluminously before me. But, for close; 'twas meant a Youthful Fancy (gentle Reader) and so take it; view it at idle hours: Nor, lastly, suck thou Ill from what myself meant Well, and harmless, for, though profit not, I would not Prejudice thee.  
John Harington.   

POLINDOR, AND FLOSTELLA.  

THE FIRST BOOK.  
THat gaudy'st Time of year, when Mother-Earth  
Seems new lyen-in of various Flowery Birth:  
When pranks her jolly Cheeks, like tempting Bride,  
As though her former Youths Created Pride  
Strove thence to intimate: when 
* Goddess of flowers.  CLORIS traces  
Curtisan-like the Plains, with all her graces,  
Choice Jewels, sweets of Essence; whilst the Sun  
(Her Lover) smiles in Beams, does haste to run  
Near course, to court her still; whilst levy Groves  
Resound with chirping Consorts of their Loves,  
By th' small Plumed Minstrelsy: when cheerful show  
(Dim cloudy Vizars gone) pleased heavens, bestow  
On th' fragrant Earth those Cordiall-showr's, which cherish▪  
Sweet, suck'ling, milky Dews: when all things flourish.  
No sooner had the Larks shrill mounting Waitss  
Called forth their Lady Morn her Eastern Gates  
Of Roses, Violets, to take the air,  
That still might seem to SOL more lovely, fair;  
Dropping her molten Pearls as favours on  
The under-gazing Mortal: when anon  
Behold upon those fair Eoian Plains  
Two hundred Nymphs, two hundred Shepheard-Swains  
(Those Activ'st of th' ARCADIAN youth, prime flower)  
Each tracing from their several Country- Bower,  
Quick Risers all: Nymphs on that solemn day  
Proved early Housewives too, but loitering, play  
Was all (intruth) they rose for; and to grace  

* God of Shepherds.  PAN'S Festival the more, each Rural face  
Comes in its moving'st best Dress, beautified  
(To th' view) with most fine, witty, careless Pride:  
▪ All's Acquaint and neat, those curious Freaks thought vain;  
Skin, wounding feature's here; True Beauty, plain:  
As Nature would to th' erring World be known  
Not fond profuse to gayer Courts alone.  
Let it suffice, Some were transcendent-faire,  
And might please liquorish Princes taste: Nor are  
Those lovely Shepheard-boyes at all behind  
In Nature's flowing Bounties, who, to find  
Their bright-cheeked Virgin-loves, with wand'ring joy  
O'reranged the silken Vale: when, those lesle coy  
(Some gentler she's) by cunning Ignorance,  
Or willing kind of stray, like purposed Chance  
First light on them: Met, both did jointly prove  
All those delights Ingenious, yet chaste, Love  
Could think on, Youths repast of mirth and pleasure:  
Played, talked, kissed wooed, or danced around by Measure  
The fair, green Plushy Soil, which Carpet seemed  
With Flowers, as Heaven with Stars enriched, begemed.  
But here, Record, amidst this Rustic pile  
〈◊〉 chanted one to Fame, one, whom they style  
(Thoughout) The Youth POLINDOR, who excelled;  
As their Swains Prince, unmatched, unparalleled:  
ARCADIA'S sparkling Di'mon, than whose Cheek,  
The Rose lesle choicely fair, lesle soft and sleek  
Might prove the downy'st Peach. His conquering Eyes  
Seemed born to Victory, ordained their Prize  
Troops of captived Virgins; lovely'st Blazes  
There shone, bright Beauty- mint, whose worth surpasses  
That common vulgar crowd, Beams, more out-going  
Young Court-bred Stars: Lips, meet for VENUS wooing:  
Each feature, limb, would Love-dart shower affoared,  
Shamed the Moon's 
* Endymion.  Darling-shepheard, in a word.  
His bright-brown Locks, and full, in many a Curl  
(Their waggish Antics those) like trembling Pearl  
Played on his comely'st Shoulders; whom the Wind  
Used oft, as Play fellow, to twine untwined  
In loitering sport, whilst kissed them Nymphy train:  
These were Heart-guives, to view, though sadly enchain  
Th' o're-yeilding Females, some whereof have near  
Pined to the mournful Urn: Maids vainly here  
Vowed gentle Homage, since th' unamorous Youth  
Shunned those weak-passioned flames, in sober truth  
Would not brook Love, rebelled: though else of Soul  
Brave, nobly'st-rayed; that lofty aspiring Scroul  
Of Honour, Virtue, never worthier bore,  
Nor ere Young years more radiant lustre wore:  
In brief, the Rural, Grecian wonder crowned.  
Green Tafty-role, like wreathed Shash, went round  
His gallant head, whose Top raised towering, high;  
Whilst from that Role (more careless, gracefully)  
Both ends made dangling Flap: The Robe he wore  
(Buskins) green Taffeta, clasped down before  
With long, but flowered Plate-buttons; and, where faced,  
That Springlike green, joined Isabel graced.  
Such was the Swain: Of all those Youngsters, gone  
For past-time, sports. He, Mateless found alone  
(Since so Reserved, desired none) steals away,  
In part offended with their loving Play,  
towered VESTA-vale, remote from whence there blew  
Fine, pleasant, spicy-breathing Gales, to view  
Choice Madam spring: whose Champaign-tresses, face  
How (wand'ring) seemed t' approve beyond the grace  
Of Woman's daintier cheek, best Lip or Eye!  
Could glance upon May-flowers cheaper die,  
Field-beauties, whilst appeared but blind to those  
True, living, speaking ones, whose Arms enclose  
Grand joys of life. Gaze past one pleasing while  
He'd prove his silvered Bow, then, to beguile  
Slow-footed hours, some Philosophic Book  
Holds friendly wise discourse; then, by th' curled Brook  
Couched down in sobrest Muse, till again  
Trod Court-lik'st Measures o'er the flowery Plain.  
Last, Sung; best-tuned Voice! whilst wanton part  
Chants th' Ayr-bred Echo, mocked him (or his art  
Would fondly'st imitate) at which he smiles:  
Ah, lovely'st Youth, by some styled churl the Whiles!  
To eat fair beauteous Maids, although invited,  
With th' Echo, thine own Shade, Brooks, Trees delighted!  
Ensuing years may make thee wish declined  
This sereous Coyness, and then weep thee Blind;  
When th' angered CUPIDS justice liv'st to see.  
Those whom thou Lov'st, i'th' end may not love thee.  
By this, th' All-circling Sun had posted o'er  
His Morning-stage, those fi'ry-breathed Four  
Well slacked, his wing'd-foot Steeds; when Southern bait  
Of Nectar took, drives on his Chariot straight.  
What time our young POLINDOR, faintish grown  
Through Noons ore-bounteous blazing, glanced on  
From VESTA'S Vale, th' adjoining Vestal Grove;  
Fresh-plumed, fair, with whose tall Shades in Love  
(Since seemed thick Levy Fortress, braved (to th' eye)  
Whole Storms of darted Beams) the Youth draws nigh  
And entered straight: 'twas bold attempt, if found,  
High Crime determined; yet the fenced Bound  
O'erpast, he enters: when, what various store  
Of Beauties thronged his Eye (which seemed before  
Bulk-lost as 'twere, o'er clouded) ravishing;  
It shone chief Bower plantation for the Spring.  
On Youth, refresh thy senses, since a Grove,  
Flower, pearly-cheeked Fount engross thy Love.  
The Form was thus: 'T was neatly'st all cut out  
In fine, green, mossy Roads; some seemed to flout  
The Daylight, covered close, whilst others show  
Skies prospect, open-roofed; strait pointing go  
All towards the Midst, that meant their Center-station,  
Save what went winding round, Theatrick-fashion:  
Between, small Thicks reposed; though here and there,  
Wild Flowery spaces left, which seemed t' appear  
With petty Garden-pride. He viewed (transported)  
The Bowry Maze; whilst round (as though th' had courted  
Dull Shades to mirth) joyed Sylvan Songsters ring.  
Birds thanked, with gloomy Trees, whose courteous wing  
Mocked PHOEBUS growing Choler, on he pries;  
Till (lastly) i'th' midst small daintiest Plain descries;  
Composed most Orb-like round, where rivulet wanders,  
Dancing in Figures still (rare strange Meanders)  
To overlook the Spring, some two Foot broad;  
Whose purest Crystal Golden Sands or'e-flowed,  
With Shells of Mother of Pearl; art so designing:  
Ith' midst was Temple, beauteous Mansion shining:  
Though here and there, fine Prospect-bower, Stand  
Thin- tufted o'er the Place, whose next, attained,  
He pausing breathed awhile, beheld the Court  
Where 
* Goddess of chastity.  VESTA'S vowed 
* Heathen Nuns  Train, Maids of honour sport.  
The partly intranced Youth, whose Soul through's eye  
Seemed strayed awhile (as 'twere) some churlish Spy  
Now feared, Awaks; & scouts again from hence  
Back towered th' adjoining Grove, with heedy sense,  
As liked best clouds of shelter, wanton Air  
Whilst sporting toyed with his Beloved hair,  
Would fan his Rosy cheeks: when softest Noise  
Stole to his curious Ear, whether 'twas Voice  
That talked, that sung, complained, or what, not knowing;  
Thus follows it; till now, much dearer growing,  
'T was tuned to sound of Pleasure, brought thus far,  
And dandled nicely'st by th' ore-joyed Air  
Since loath to lose. POLINDOR hug'd it close  
Like th' Ears chief darling, jewel, listening goes;  
Till now far stronger, sweeter those Shades passing:  
Hast, might spoil all, undo; when softly'st tracing,  
Lest hurt Leaf should complain, has timely found  
The Place, thin-planted Hedge, whence floated round  
This sovereign Music, of Lute Voice composed:  
Where conjured oft to Faith (lest be disclosed)  
Those Twilight glimmering Shades, does lie and hear;  
Chained all his idler Senses fast to's Ear,  
That crowned the worthy'st. What e'er stirring spies  
He thinks Inspired (just then) with th' Harmonies  
Of that Voice, heavenly Lute; or if at pause  
Leaves quivered, 'twas their kinder Clap, applause.  
He wondered oft, to hear th' whole shady Round  
So whist and silent, not the least bold sound  
From any o're-sawcy chirping Bird, th' are dumb,  
Parched like her Scholars close; to sweetest whom  
Best Sounds mighed seem but rude-noysed; whilst t●e Swain  
Same powerful Voice intranc'd, revived again.  

The Song was thus:  

1.  
Away, toyish Love-delights,  
Fancy showers,  
Fleeting as the air, or hours,  
Wherein soothed Girls appetites:  
Frothy bubbles,  
Thralls, though fair,  
False sweets they are;  
Dreamt Joys, waking whiles their Troubles.   

2.  
Life's abuse, and Reasons too,  
Cheats they be:  
Foundlings, Bruits your partners see  
Ith' same sensual Mess with you;  
Which discovers  
As does prove  
Your Boy-god Love,  
You are Blind, before turned Lovers.   

3.  
Welcome dearest Maiden state,  
Let my Soul  
Here all other Loves control,  
Court by beauteous Union, that:  
Pure, untainted,  
Free alone  
Your Bliss is known,  
Whilst our Selves nor Wills transplanted.  
Let's then twine,  
Fold, embrace 'fore VESTA'S Shrine;  
joys the Issue be, Divine.    
This done, Birds practise seemed, in warbling Song  
Thanked their fair Teacher, Mistress: whilst thus long  
Our Youth o're-hears, admires, is grieved at his  
Short-lived Sweet, concludes chaste 
* Heathen Nun.  Vestal ' 'tis.  
Seemed now with new Desires possessed, inflamed,  
To view those very Lips, those Hands that framed  
These choice refined sounds; thinks, she must be Fair,  
Whose voice and touch so powerful charming are.  
Beware fond Youth (of seeing more coy) be wise;  
If so enamoured with her Voice, the Eyes,  
Lips, Hands will kill thee. Thus with gentlest paces  
Like foft Air round he goes, through thinnest places  
Darting his Beamy sight, till (O blessed chance!)  
Finding the Door, first fortunatest glance  
Soothed his Hearts big-swollen longings, saved his Eyes:  
Most glorious Form, divine, he there espies;  
Best Face might cheap, but Sunburnt too't appear:  
Nature's whole Beauty-stock seemed lavished there,  
And she undone; of whom be't boldly said,  
Fame might turn gasping, breathless, Poets mad  
E'er sound her Praises forth: The Sight would move  
Gods to cross pensive Arms (he thought) to love,  
And court like fondest Suitors, whilst weak Men  
Wondered themselves to Stones: no marvel then,  
If our changed Youth so dearly magnifies  
His lovely'st Object, now's become all Eyes.  
But take heed bold presumptuous Youth, lest find  
Through longer Gaze, thou dost prove stupid blind.  
She plainly appeared a Vestal, one of those  
Wilfully ruin'd Maids, whose tempers chose  
That Virgin-thraldome, chain, past all relief;  
Cold frozen Girls (though know thus much, in brief,  
Her Mind out-rayed her Body, beauteous Heaven  
That last might seem, this first, divine Spark even  
Oth' great Heaven dweller.) one of that nere-wooed  
Coy Sisterhood, the rare FLOSTELLA showed.  
Who 'midst those beams of Noon, had lonely strayed  
To VESTA'S silver Fount, there (purest Maid)  
Naught fearing Ambush'd Eyes f●om head to foot  
Disrobed her daintiest Limbs, seeming to shoot  
New light into those gloomy Shades, as though  
Some other Morn were risen, from below  
('Bout Noon) though this more fair: or you'd have thought her  
Some bright-cheeked, pearly-skined Nymph of the water.  
Close by, with gold and silver Tufts, entwined,  
lower silk R●be, Purple Sa●tin Mantle shined.  
The Fount was thus; 'twas form large long-square;  
O'er th' midst whereof Gold massy pillars bore  
Carved Cov●ring, frame (though th' ends left open wide)  
On th' top sat crowned NEPTUNE, drawn with pride  
In's grand Shell-Chariot, Sea-horses both▪  
And so th' unquiet water, vexed to froth  
By rare Art, passed their slucy mouths, as though  
Foam knawing the churlish Bit. Beneath did flow  
Fine, little, wavie Ocean; and at those  
Four several corners, four curled Tritons rose  
On Dolphin's backs, whence spouted all below  
Streams from their Trumpets, and mouths, 'twas heightened show,  
Through lively'st colours, Gold. At either end,  
Forth of the Fount, Rocks wildly did ascend,  
Arts rugged Fabrics; 
* Same with Vesta.  D●AN placed in one  
Bathing, with coyest troop; ACTAEON grown  
Fair-forked (behind) for his presumptuous Prying.  
Mermaid's that other Rock seemed beautifying,  
Playing on Harps; whilst 'bove the Crystals stream  
Fish from those hollowed Crags did sprouting seem  
Their heads and bodies forth; thin watery Shower  
Thrown from their Cliffy tops, like Arched Bower.  
Quite o'er those Nymphy persons. Round the place  
Went smaller-fashioned Rail, where, more to grace,  
Stood lively'st carved Beasts, rampant Guard to th' Fount.  
Without, on either side, green lovely Mount  
O're-peered the Grove, whose stairs were beautify  
With daintiest gilded Rails, where perching spied  
Carved Fowl; though, smaller Birds, whole plumed throng  
The top showed Bowred in Consort. Who not long  
Survay'd the copious Place, might think't some new  
Small-coyned Creation, and the Goddess view  
Bathing i'th' Fount: whose beauteous World one while  
Our Youth beholds with wanton, pleasing smile,  
Then, looks of boundless Wonder; strong persuasion,  
If any ere, this Flesh claimed Adoration.  
Eyes, coloured black, whose pure Life-rayes  
Mocked the poor diamonds sickly blaze,  
As gaspings to 'em, dull to Sense;  
joy, Vital spirits sparkling thence,  
And shot into th' Beholder's show:  
Bright'st rolling Worlds! how mystic too!  
In whose full Globes, Night, Day's intwining;  
All-black, all-faire at once, combining:  
On Earth so much of Heaven espied,  
They seemed already Glorified.  
Whose Black can shame the Eye of Noon,  
And dazzle that all-dazeling Sun  
(At least with Loving wonder) so  
Thought the rapt Amorist: when grow  
New thoughts, that these fair Shades by Heaven  
As dark Veils, mild allays were given,  
Lest else their Glories blind our Sight;  
Though kill most sweetly through this Night:  
For who's so struck by that fair Eye  
(Unblessed, blest) wish still so to Die.  
Light's Fountains (only) th' are, whose Ray  
Kindles the Morn, recruit the Day.  
Eyes whom th' whole World can naught present  
Choice like themselves, though Prospect lent  
Nature's whole Picture-house, grand Scene;  
Past, present Eyes, Sun, Stars, but mean  
Types of this Beauty, course Draughts; th' one  
Since modelled th' others Peer alone:  
Which Nature shows her but by Glass,  
To prompt thanks for so rare a Grace;  
And that, as blessing Men, they might  
Themselves too with themselves delight.  
In brief, sweetest Maps of Heaven bestowing;  
Vi●ions o'th' future glory showing.  
He thought, there Loves Artil'ry lay,  
Choice Magazine, whence th' Ordnance play  
With bright'st Looks, lightnings: Virtue there  
Shone too; but O! these Blazing were  
To burn, not warm: Who (silly Fly)  
Plays with these Fires too long, must dye  
Their Martyr; for, though in each Part  
Love sits, yet, has forgot her Heart.  
Unhappy'st, Fairest ones! Eyes, ever  
Made to be Loved, but to Love never!  
Her Forehead, high-raysed, even, 'twas Sky  
Spread most majestic; Throne (to th' Eye)  
Of State to Beauty: Bar t' arraign  
O're-saucy bolder thoughts, must feign  
Frown though, Smile lightning through't: Good Heaven!  
So lovely part, for Cloystring given!  
Then straight, his New world wand'ring Ey●  
Coasts on her Cheek, or so rich Die,  
Prime colours, pure, as Nature chose  
The height, Transcendent part of those  
In common Cheeks; had planted there  
Fresh, lasting, sweet Spring: Lilies where,  
With bashful Roses ever blowing;  
Her Eyes their Sunny beams bestowing.  
Here th' Graces, and here oft would lie  
Love's Wag, made wanton by her Eye,  
Tumbling himself. O, that such Roses  
Should never grow to make Love-poses!  
Then pleased those rare-shaped Lips, that bury  
Loves first Repast, first joys; the Cherry  
Looked but pale to 'em, the Ruby too:  
Prime Models, closed, transporting view;  
But when, through Smiles disclosed to Sense,  
What new-coined Graces ravished thence!  
New shapes! their Beauty's multiplying  
Through Speech, though Death then spoke, Denying.  
Choice Heav'n-preserves, whose Sweetmeats lasting,  
Unspent; nor Surfeit fears the Tasting;  
One would for ever Kiss, seal sweet  
Heart-pledges: Their Live-marmulet  
So cordial thought, our Youths of mind  
One Kiss, were seven day's food refined:  
Nay more, Conceits, 'twould give new Fire  
To frozen, numbed Old-age; inspire  
Souls into Dead men; Spice, perfumes  
Cheap to their Breath, which near presumes  
Would purge away Plagues. 'Las! that none  
Must kiss such Lips, save Maids alone!  
Her dainty'st-rising Nose, so white,  
Fine-shaped, 'twas modelled to Delight;  
composed to th' wish: Chin! rare the Grace!  
'Twas Chin most fit for such a Face;  
Yet both Live-buryed though: Ill cost!  
Such precious Works made to be lost!  
Her silken Hair in many a Brede,  
Coronet-like, adorned her Head;  
Some loose Curls wantonized though,  
Cheek, Neck, and Shoulders heightening so●  
No gaudy Beaming, these, nor Wire  
Of Gold, which some chief Poets admire  
(And love to gilled their Verse withal)  
'Twas Brown; The noblest, best of all;  
Most comely, sweet: POLINDOR swears  
'Twas Best, if only 'cause 'twas Hers:  
Dim Shadow by that fair Sun made,  
Yet lovely too though but a Shade.  
Upon whose Top rich Phoenix sho●●  
(Like Vestals chaste Badge) diamond.  
Love's Ambush, lo; O, ne'er be 't told,  
Such Hairs should wither and grow old,  
Under chaste Virgin- vow; since Strings  
For CUPID'S Bow: fit breads for Kings.  
Low'st stands her Neck, Love's stately'st Fort;  
Fit gallant Pillar to support  
That breathing Heaven: so purely white,  
Bow hers, to this great JUNO might,  
With LEDA: Clime, where Lillyes, Snow  
Showed Summer-winter, mystic so.  
Upon this glorious Machine moved  
All those prime Grace's Mortals loved.  
Di'mons, there blest (to th' Fancies eye)  
Showed sparkling Joy since placed so nigh,  
Whilst Men excluded are. Ill done,  
Fond Nature, gav'st this to a Nun!  
Next shone those Breasts, which sweetly aspire,  
As still would nurse that Babe Desire,  
So swelling, plump; how waving flow,  
Like Streams when gentlest Gale does blow,  
Dimpling their Cheek! These he supposes  
The Love-god's loved Mounts, whence loses  
His Arrows oft in wanton play  
At random: Milky path there lay,  
Love's walk of Pleasure: if again  
In's Swadling-cloaths, sure he'd have lain  
There Cradled, and have slumbered on  
Those Pillows, downy-smooth; else none:  
For, coldest Greenland- mounts they prove,  
Snow- regions, which still frieze to Love.  
Her Arms like Twins, in loving fold,  
Played with each other oft; of Mold  
Excelling, purest-white; where spied  
Pearl, Envie-pale, by th' Wrists out-vy'd.  
So lovely, that all Praise dispraises;  
Sure Nature meant them for Embraces:  
Arms fit to squeeze forth Souls (as 'twere)  
Through rapture-joyes, Intrance them there:  
Who would not ever Prisoner live  
Within these Arms? his freedom give  
For so fair Keepers, fairest Grate?  
But not to Kings belongs this Fate:  
For these dear Arms ne'er any other  
Seem born t' embrace, but one another.  
Her daintiest curious Hands (a Payr  
Love's Mother envied) matchless are;  
Queens nicer hands seemed ●oule to these  
And unwashed: Azure Veins, he sees,  
Like beauteous Founts still wand'ring o'er  
White banks of Lilies, or some floar  
Of Alabaster: These Hands, framed,  
Nature's Mould lost he deems, or maimed.  
Thinks, their Diviner touch would rout  
Diseases, raise both Palsy, Gout  
To Gallyards (Frenzies charmed down) stroke  
The Panther tame, so fair a Yoke.  
'Las! that such Hands should ere desire,  
To bear about chaste Vestal fire!  
Now, lower-wading still, discovered  
Her fine-composed Waste, where ●over'd  
Th' enamoured Stream; does wreathed as 'twere  
In sportive loving folds; so clear,  
Dainty-shaped, silken, Happy those  
So wealth an Armful born t' enclose!  
Zodiack that blissful World, with more  
Prime worth, than th' Great one held before.  
O CUPID let not such a Wast  
Be only by cold Maids embraced.  
Our Youth's transforming, scarce thus far, till now,  
e'er contemplated Woman; on thy Brow  
Worse fate's engraved; better that poisonous skill,  
She-worlds' discovery th' hadst waved still,  
Then ne'er t' o'ercome by Conquest, quench thy fires:  
Though not seen All, the Youth all loves, desires.  
Dire, saddest Truth! too spightfull'st Destiny!  
Vexed CUPID long since from her flaming Eye  
(Love's-forts) had split his Heart, although of stone;  
Behold a Rock most eager Lover grown;  
And, which stupendious Miracle would prove  
To th' wondering Plains, POLINDOR now in love.  
He thought, he never saw Heaven's wisdom, power,  
Earth's glory truly Blaze, before that hour;  
ne'er Woman saw worth Sighing-breath, or passion,  
Till viewed this Princess, Queen of the creation.  
That Man deemed Favourite, minion of his Stars,  
Who's marked for these transcendent Blessings, shares  
The Love-god's inmost heart, whom he had scorned;  
Though now (too late Repentant) sighing mourned:  
Yet hopes, Shape so divine, his After-story  
Might yet make blest, pity's great Heaven's glory.  
But what could this new hopeful Fancy give,  
Strangled (alas) soon as 't begun to live?  
He pondered she's a Sacred 
* Sw●rn chaste.  VESTAL, who  
Never must stoop to Love. Go, rather woo  
Some marble, female Statue, love a Tree;  
Or court the Northern Ice, then stupid she  
Far, far more suppling, melting: sigh to th' Wind,  
To th' deaf, tumultuous Wave, they'll echo kind  
Of sad noise, Mourn again; weep, melt thee o'er  
Th' hard Adamantine rock, 'twill pity more.  
And thus, our Love-transfixed Youth's half slain  
By CUPID's wounding Wrath, must love in pain:  
Could tug seven years at th' Oar, as Galleyslave;  
Sweated, grinned their Horse's Mills; or in some Cave  
Lie chained from Phoebus' Light; as many days  
Like wand'ring Goat on th' bleakest Mountains graze:  
Racks kissed, Strappadoes smiled on, Ten deaths pain,  
If but t'enjoy this Fair might live again.  
Could curse those Traytor-eyes, did first conspire  
To his undoing, let in Ravenous fire  
To burn his Tinder-heart; yet, dares not though,  
Lest he should curse the Heavenly Object so.  
He blamed her sadly'st oft, since, so abused  
Kind Nature's bounteous love, such Gifts unused  
She'd wilful Vestals servitude prefer  
('Las! poor, distressed, Forlorn! thou chidest in her  
What proved thine own Crime) still, the more he gazes,  
More wonders strike, new Beauteous hoard amazes;  
And the more Viewed, the more each deadly kills:  
Thinks These those former Sweets, impossibles  
T' obtain; like plundering th' heavenly Stars to wear  
For Gems, or th' silver Moon snatched from her sphere:  
Who can arrest the Thunder? tamely ride  
SOL's Burning Steeds? th' hot-wombed Granades bestride!  
Or grasp coy-bosomed Lightning? Thus, grown stiff,  
He drooping faints, and through Despairing grief  
(Such Grief, as seemed to confound, devour  
All joy;, life-spirits both, that Fatal hour)  
Falls deadly Intranced on the Hallowed ground.  
See (gentle Reader) prostrate here is found  
Great Beauties, and great Loves joined triumph too;  
That petty, boyish God, whose single Bow  
Can humble proudest Kings, and which alone  
Awes th' Universe; itself o're-awed by None:  
Sight dismal, nor o're-strange, Rare mystic prove  
Th' effects of Young, transporting, hopeless Love.  
The moved Leaves russled, when th' unarmed Maid  
(Soon frighted) starts withal, thinks she's betrayed  
By some close-lurking Eye; through modest shame  
Fear, hasting forth those●watry Bounds; does blame  
Those busy, troublous Streams, since hold too long:  
Who, more she strives against, in Amorous throng  
Clung 'bout her danty'st Waste, and shackled Feet;  
Too hasty Fear (alas) while caused forget  
What most she wished to hide: turned, off the Blushes,  
And (lowest Garment slipped on) forth rushes  
Th' enclosing, levy Fence: Fain would she see  
What 'twas, yet fears beholding: Thus, as she  
Nigh th' very Entrance glanced, she spi●s indeed  
One lying there, which gave wings to her speed;  
But Fear soon causing her glance sweetly back,  
She observed him lie still, quiet. Prithee slack  
Thy course, Coy Girl, what needs this squeamish haste?  
Return; 'las! here are None pursue so fast.  
Looking yet more, th' Face upwards, she perceived  
Him wondrous wan and Pale, like one bereaved  
Of life, Souls dearest guest; now frighted more,  
She thought to trip it faster than before:  
Till strongest pious Charity again  
Set her at gentle Gaze, since not to Men  
(At all) but Lovers cruel; pities Throne  
Blazed in her heavenly Eye; she looked upon  
The mournful, prostrate Object, and conceives  
'Twas but some slumbering Trance, for amongst the leaves  
She heard one tumbling fall; and should he Perish,  
Whom Wholesome-breathing pains (perhaps) might cherish  
To active Life again? she observed him Young,  
And therefore to base Furies, lustful wrong  
Unpractised, innocent: thinks now, if e'er,  
Her daintiest Modesty might venture here.  
Thus, backward traced the Girl, oft sweetly dying  
Her Cheeks (best Blushing paint) till now espying  
Newer fears, she turned about; wind-shaken Leaf,  
Her own Foot, silken Garment scared, as if  
He than stirred, roused for Action: till again  
Pity surprised her Steps (nor now in vain)  
Pleads, brings her quite back. Doubtful Nymph, thou must;  
For here's thy Love slain Martyr, and 'tis just,  
He live again, but by thy powerful Hand,  
Whose Eye first wounding killed, if truly scanned:  
Though, if thou knewest so much, I shrewdly fear,  
Timorous Disdain would leave him Dying there.  
Fain would she have veiled her silver Waste, within,  
But Cruelty, hard Heart's ignobler sin  
Than naked Waste, Life loudly summon, on  
Therefore (though trembling, pale, lest thus alone  
Found with a Man) She comes, she comes: discryes  
Much sweetness even in Death, whose gloomy eyes  
Though Curtained, closed, yet his fair Cheek and Lips  
Flashed glimmering Beauty forth, in this Eclipse:  
His Graces still would hold triumphant station,  
Still lovely show, though changed their former Fashion.  
She liked her ventured Pains the better now,  
With pritty'st Motion, slight does wreathing bow  
Th' o're-stubborn Body oft; then rubbed his Cheeks,  
And chafed his Temples, all kind Magic seeks  
To rouse Lethargic life: would now and then  
Give him smart wakening Box, till rubbed again  
His drowsy Temples, sprinkling o'er the face  
(Charm-like) cold Fountain-water, near the place.  
Stout, female Task: till now did seem t' appear  
Soft Motion in each part, by turns, as 'twere  
Some freshly Inspired, Raised; such sort, as though  
The new Soul-Tenant, wand'ring to and from,  
Traversed its beauteous Lodgings, she the Power  
Infusing it. Or like some Watch (what hour  
Woon up) those choicest Wheels, how nicely move  
In punctual order! so Life seemed t' improve  
This rare shaped Engine, body, roused it so.  
Blood comes in haste, with Tide-like overflow  
Entered his crimsoned Cheeks, as 'twere to view  
This fair Physician thence; fresh Roses grew  
Straight on his June-like Lips: And now, behold,  
Those mournful Ivory lids begun t' unfold  
Their cloistered Lights; as if th' ore-joyed Soul  
Knew 'twas FLOSTELLA's face, so, gently stole  
T' inform his slumbering Eyes, that else had ne'er  
Awoke; nor deigned to view the Heavenly Sphere.  
O Love's strange powerful Influence, divine!  
FLOSTELLA might observe from thence to shine  
Ten thousand beauties, such, as would imply  
The Love-god's playfellow, or boldly'st vie  
For VENUS curled Minion, in the place  
Of young ADONIS slain: Prime model 'twas  
For male-perfection, lo; The Nymph approved▪  
Liked all (intruth) she saw, though nothing loved.  
And now, her Business done, seeing revived  
Her hopeful Patient, yet, as 'twere Dream-lived;  
She makes no curious Prattling stay, to know  
What, whence he was; how came surprised so;  
Or beg poor vulgar Thanks, but straight was flying.  
When, lo, th' amazed Youth (as soon espying  
That 'twas FLOSTELLA, that one beauteous Maid  
'Bove all the World he loved) prevented, stayed  
Her subtle flight, as if indeed with her  
His vaporous Soul had fled: with loving Fear  
Enthralled, detained, and such mild, gentle force  
As nice young Foundlings often do (by course)  
Their caught Birds; rapt, transported much, to see  
His regent Star so near, that only She,  
Sweet killer, should sweet, sweetest Saviour prove▪  
Rare, signal Omen! Thus then breathes his Love.  
Beauties fair Queen, or of those awful Powers  
Haunt Rivers, plumed Groves; of sweetest Flowers  
Sweetest, fragrant Goddess; or, what style's your due  
(More than Earth-lovely, good) I humbly s●e,  
You'll not leave charged with foul ignoblest Crime  
Your bounden Patient thus; but deign some time,  
To thank you for an Alms so obliging great  
As was my precious Life: I beg, entreat  
You'll not yet go. The chaste FLOSTELLA could  
Have shown some Virgin- anger here, controlled  
With higher check, disdain her new-sprung Lover,  
But that she's rarely Sweet; nor little move her  
Mild countenance, garb, her Young Surprizer sees  
So humble and Vassayl- like, upon his knees,  
When he might force: yet (prone to Maiden fear)  
Desist, rash, venturous Youth (said she) forbear  
To court your pleasing Ruin; do you know  
Whom hold enthralled Prisoner thus? let go;  
For I'm of th' Virgin-troop, that never must  
Be soiled by man: Touch often's Bawd to Lust.  
For Thanks, those trifling Scruples spare, remove;  
What boldness 'twas to range this hallowed Grove,  
Place sacred? mock, provoke the angry Brow  
Of Heavenborn VESTA thus? though jointly now  
Myself stand deeply exposed. The sadder Swain  
Pleads ignorance; does strongly beg again.  
When, dressed with frownings now, She prayed, Forbear;  
Or she'll cry out aloud, A Ravisher.  
Who now can think, what dismal Gulphy straits  
Seized our pale Amorist? on each hand waits  
Dire Ruin: if holds his beloved Fair,  
And she cry out for help, the Ravisher  
By Law must Die; if ' lets her go, bereaven  
Of his Soul's vital bliss, his joy, his heaven,  
Like Doom would follow: Grieved he seems to lose  
So rich a Magazine, yet scarcely knows  
How safe to hold it though, lest thence should prove  
Blown up: Hold (whispering cries) despairing Love  
Like some poor Wretch, whom gen'ral Wrack has given  
To th' boisterous greedy Wave, in that swarm even  
Of fears, deaths, horrors, if but haply chanced  
On some kind broken Board, by billows danced,  
Some floating wooden Shore (as 'twere) full dearly  
Hugs that new Rescuer: as close, as nearly  
This to FLOSTELLA●clave: her precious Feet  
How kissed! her flowing Garment! does omit  
No piteous, moving spell. My cruel Fair  
(Said he) I am no lustful Ravisher,  
Your humblest Bondman, lo; far be't you should  
Suffer the least Thought- rape, much lesle be fouled  
By loser Act of his a Virgin-mind  
As truly chaste as yours, although more kind.  
I love, so Brothers also; but protest,  
Pure heats of Turtles warm inflame this Breast:  
And if such sin to love, Gods themselves were  
Famed often Sinners; nay, what's more, severe  
They'll prove, unwise to boot, since sweetest This  
Chief Joy and Being both to th' Creature is:  
Their World's supporting prop; Spheres kindly enfold  
Each other, th' Earth 'bout dearest Centre roul'd:  
Nay, your Sweetest heavenly Self part-guilty deemed,  
Whose Eyes (with pardon) th' Angel-tempters seemed;  
Cheeks, Lips so charm-like fair, divine, All-moving:  
O blame those (Dearest) blame not me for Loving!  
One kiss he begged, which coyer She denies,  
chaste virtuous anger in her globy Eyes  
Oft sweetly Lightning; then, faint, piteous Look  
Seemed Dawning forth, as though unkindness took  
To be so used: Cried, He was most ingrate,  
Thus t' hold encumbered her that proved so late  
Te him so kind. Th' heart-wounded Youth replied;  
'Twas fairest, sweetest She, for whom he Died;  
And now should Die again, if coyer she  
So soon Abandoned him: what Cruelty  
To kill what's her own Creature! with delight  
(As 'twere) destroy her first Work! Rare the sight,  
Had you be held! Both seemed Peremptory,  
Both in part yield: The Nymph would go, though sorry  
Loath to exclaim; The Youth would hold his Hold,  
Yet feared she might so: Sadness, to unfold!  
Strange curse of Fate! yet begged he She'd bestow  
But one Salute: the more she strived to go,  
(Since that Salute might (seen) caused dangerous Ire,  
Offence, breed wanton Spawn at least, desire)  
The more he pleaded still, since growing now  
To th' utmost Point; sad speech, with saddest Brow!  
Many a Plump, mournful, solitary Tear  
(By turns) whilst rolled forth, th' Eyes Blood (as 'twere)  
Late Wounded, struck by hers; Pale-coloured though:  
Or nimble, harmless Stratagem, if so  
By suppling Tears could melt, what prayers could not,  
Her Marble tempered hard heart. True-love Grot  
Th' whole Cheeks appeared, whilst thus be-pearled o'er,  
Or drooping Rosebuds when some Sunny shower  
Hath christalled them; for why (though seemed of late  
Full-spread) those Roses through disastrous Fate  
Now shrunk to Buds appeared. At length, dumb grown  
Through swelling sorrow, Sighs were blindly blown  
In stead of words, Grief (as 'twere) throng-like breaking  
Th' half-framed Breath; till Sighs their Language speaking  
(Strange View!) with such, so pretty kind of sad  
Languishing Eye (by turns) the too coy Maid,  
Then Heaven next, beholding, as if He  
Accused both; said, Fairest, can it be  
You are so monstrous cruel? does even move  
Close pant in her Breast, since so rare Love  
So wretched to boot; which She th' unhappy cause,  
Could not then well redress: Thus, without pause  
(So timerously chaste) She bids let go,  
Or swears she'll cry out. When, with throngs of Woe  
Heart-stormed at once, as if Skie-cannon struck,  
Herd Mandrakes killing Groans (unused to brook  
Such stranger Love-fits) down he falls again  
Like battered Fortress, ruin, whilst Disdain  
Crowned Victor proved: his faintest Spirits, breath  
Seemed Plundered, sacked; Face bore those Arms of Death  
(Sad, dire Relapse!) whose mournful Banner now  
Set up blazed perfect Conquest on his Brow.  
Alas! that nicer she (too Cruel-chast)  
Had rather precious Life than one Kiss waist!  
Be styled a Murtheress, then once be said  
She had kissed a Man! the Nymph though sadly weighed,  
Worse Ills might follow it. Her bolder stay,  
That Wrong's revenged full, now, now she may  
Go when she please (alas) for here are None  
T' affronted, save fixed Trees; and such an One,  
Who slumbering (prostrate) with Death-closed Eyes,  
Still, cold, as th' Earthy Couch that bears him, lies.  
Come gentle Hearts, this mournful Corpse surround  
With Choir of Funeral groans; take; strewed, the ground  
Yields you Herbs, Flowers; sad, palest Cheeks bedew:  
Prime True-love piece, as primely hapless, view.  
Though no Hot Cordial waters, warm Tears bring  
To mourn, embalm; whilst doleful Turtles sing  
His Souls rest: this dear, precious Clay supplying  
With breath in Sighs, at least, whilst life's breath flying.  
But (ay!) where's the vanished Nymph? there, there  
She grows a rooted Pla●t through dismal fear;  
Grief's Statue turned; how truly'st Corpse (to th' eye)  
Though standing, as that other lying by!  
Seemed Pitty-charmed too, since gentler Heart  
(Intruth) ne'er Panted, lo, she'll try her art  
Once more, draws hasty near. 'Twere pretty sight  
T' have but beheld, with what poor looked Delight  
Her Beauty's mournful, unsought Conquest there  
She eyed at her Ivory Feet; when forth a Tear  
(How precious) steals; straight followed kind Another;  
Dearest Pearl-mint (why, Reader, should we smother?)  
Last breathed most fragrant Sigh: O, were this told  
POLINDOR's grieved Ghost, no doubt it would  
Departwell-pleased, with so rich Obsequies  
From his beloved Mistress Lips and Eyes.  
Whose fair Hands now, like boystring rushing Tide  
(Mark of more Interest, as 'twere) applied  
Their Last relief, showing Self-welfare in't;  
With what life strove for fleeting Life, to win't  
Yet gently Home again! oft glanced at Heaven  
For aid from thence, on murmuring Trees, as even  
Craved those, or wished some sturdy one Inspired  
TO assist her work, since now (twice forced, retired)  
The wand'ring Soul grown Sullen, more stiff-bent,  
'T would not be charmed back to its Earthly Tent,  
frail lodging: when (behold) Sighs louder grow;  
Tears Crystal rivulets proved; O heavens, so slow?  
Hard, hardest Fate! she cries: till, though in vain,  
Her Corps-like Youth's at length revived again:  
For know, so oft as Coyer She but flies,  
So oft must he fall, so oft Swooning Dyes.  
That wanton Boy, love's Archer, all this while  
Close-ambushed sat, aloft, with many a Smile  
Plump-grown (as 'twere) to see this amorous Duel;  
Rare Love-maze, passioned Scene; how hug'd his cruel  
Wrought vengeance, clapped his little Hands, as though  
Had plainly said; There's he blasphemed our Bow;  
Look, look! Who convert grown, Love's self was sorry;  
And of the Nymph now makes his Triumph, glory.  
Sweetest, gentlest Soul! she sees how rare Affection  
With most rare Beauty joined, unmatched Perfection;  
Love in most lovely Person sweetly'st placed,  
With radiant Virtues circling Beams enchased;  
Strange, noblest Blaze of honour (such did spy  
That Youth first, mounted in her gallant Eye)  
Besides some secret Grounds (whereof anon)  
More hardening, coy resolves, like Clouds o'erblown:  
Words, Actions (last) portrayed th' excelling Mind:  
These were all powerful Charms, did strongly'st bind  
Th' enamoured Virgin's love-captived Heart;  
FLOSTELLA loves, she loves: keen flaming Dart  
Ranges her frozen Breast, sets all a glowing;  
She melting yields, thus new Love-wonder showing.  
Nymph, fix thy constant Choice; for 'bove all other,  
This peerless Swain seems CUPIDS eldest brother.  
The roused Youth soon snatched (just as before)  
Th' All-valued, fleeting Prize, pleads o'er and o'er  
His former suit; discerned in's Stars of late  
(Her Eyes) sweetest Hope-dawn glimmering, gentler fate  
Break forth those dusky Orbs; her cloudyed brow  
Turned Sky more clear, serene, towered Sunshine now;  
Lightning his Heart: Beseeched her bless his Eyes  
But some few minutes more. When she replies  
(Stolen Sigh) Alas! she cannot; yet, would stay;  
Thus gives the Youth but an unwilling Nay:  
Strives, when intruth would yield; if chanced to unloose  
His Active hold here, gives him leave to choose  
Much better there: with same transporting Eye  
Loured, smiled at once; does Grant, though seemed deny.  
The rallied Youth charged home, again desires  
One kiss: O fie, those are the wanton Fires  
To lust (she cried) 'twas dangerous Crime to kiss▪  
She dared not: yet could part Dispense with This,  
If full assured he pacified with one  
His sob'rer Appetite, and so have done.  
The joyed, o'er ravished Youth soon promised there,  
Though strange reluctance; loath t' observe howe'er;  
From th' Hand leaped to her Lips, snatching his food  
Like some starved TANTALUS, as though he would  
Devour those Cherries quite, come off no more  
(O dearly'st earned Sweets!) tells that one o'er  
How oft! Prayers joined still! neglecting neither,  
Begged, kissed; yea, jointly kissed and begged together  
(Charms powerful, past o'recoming) seemed as though  
He would there Plant himself, entirely grow  
To those life-giving Fruits; recover soon  
Lost Eden thus. Had coyer She begun  
To tune some Quainter chiding, Active he  
Would kiss her Silent strait; as modest she  
Oft Blushed, so oft th' officious ready Swain  
Would hide her Blushing Gild, and kiss again  
(Whence shrouded, hides his own too) you'd have thought  
Her Lips too sweetly Blushed, being kissed so oft:  
All kindly forced as ' 'twere. And now again  
Th' World's glory entreats to go, though even then  
Could pardon, if Denied, forbear Releasing:  
She tells, what rocky Gulfs, strange hazards, pressing  
Her honour welfare both, she had for his sake  
Run, sailed through; how suffered Modest Wrack  
Howe'er; and all to please his fonder mind,  
Vain, Fancy, humour. When, the unmatched POLIND  
Bowing to th' ground, what Thankful breathe are  
(Sighs mixed) paid th' humble Incense to so rare  
Divine a goodness! Twice she had restored  
His dearest Being, now further Life implored;  
If she yet go, Heart breaks, th' whole Work's undone:  
And, truly, if POLINDOR part so soon,  
She drooping faints too: yet seemed agonized,  
Fear-qualmed enough, some Ranger least surprised  
Their harmless dalliance; Panting, rolls about  
Her black Eyes (each whereof how pretty Scout!)  
Before, behind, and sides; although 'twas fear  
Their own Light would betray them (haply there  
Some Bird, some babbling Leaf scares, here a Blast  
Though whispering) last on him more piteous Cast,  
As craved his Succour. When the o're-combered Maid  
He cordializing cheered, points to thick Shade,  
Whence Sun did frighted seem; where Noon, midday  
Proved wholly damped, did Twilight-dawn display:  
He pointing sighed; when straight (pale, blushing) She  
All Rose or Lily turned; till stouter He  
Must lovingly enforce, Male-spirits showing:  
Lute, clothes fetched from the Fount, theyare onward going:  
She blushed again, stands Pausing, still, as though  
Were loath, looked Glancing back; yet thither (lo)  
Th' unwilling-willing Maid was brought at last.  
There they might, closely Screened, at pleasure taste  
Loves harmless blisses, feast them without spying;  
No churlish Vestal feared, not PHoeBUS eyeing  
(The Sable-curtained place sworn secret) when,  
Our Gem-like payr new practised Love again.  
POLINDOR prints on her soft Lip (the Spring's  
Wood-gods invoaked) many kind Welcome;  
Yea, kissed so fierce, as though would Rifling spoil  
That wealthy'st Box of treasure, fairest Soil  
All Ruby, ranged Pearl: as would (lesle nice)  
Plunder those Fruits o'th' living Paradise.  
Then, sob'rer Lover grown, draws out his Bliss  
How dear a while! as 'twere (so Children kiss  
Sweetmeats) Extatick-ways: you would have thought  
Their Souls then billed too, silent Pearly sought  
Just at their Lips. Our young POLINDOR showing  
So rapt with his la●t joys (grand tide, o'erflowing)  
That he believes, were th' holy'st Anchoret  
Fixed there awhile, recluse, he'd soon forget  
His contemplated Heaven; or else allow  
Those Lips for Heaven. Th' Eyes, turned Gazers now,  
Must sporting Tilt with hers, when un'wares spied  
His dimmer Picture there (how great joy, pride!)  
In that All-fair, black, sunny'st Tablet shining;  
Whence, that 'twas Drawn i'th' Heart, with mirth divining.  
Had that self-loving Swain, who often courted  
His Shade in Crystal Streams, till drowned (transported)  
Still Glass'd him here (he thought) though truly fired;  
'T had proved lesle Fondless far, as though admired  
His Face, but for the bright-looked Tablets sake,  
So, loved her Eyes (indeed) by that mistake.  
Then, th' amorous Wanderer takes gentle leave  
To dance her whitest Hand, would pret'ly wove  
Her daintiest fingers (Loves engenious play)  
Oft kindly pressing them. Next, Progress lay  
To her transporting towry Neck, where kissed  
So long, but nimbly done, no place left missed  
Lest Lips grew envied aught. Then, lower, between  
Those Down-brests nuzzled straight, where felt and seen  
Warm Snow, soft Ivory, 'twas kind of wonder;  
He seemed ●ull'd there, and dreams of Maiden plunder,  
Rare (knows not what) strange Sweets, new love-alarms;  
So, roused: for 'midst those Delicates, first charms  
The Banquets still in store; POLINDOR thought;  
Would breathe his mind, but paused, and blushes oft:  
When she Blushed too. POLINDOR asked her, Why  
She Blushed: the fair FLOSTELLA shaped reply,  
'Cause he Blushed first. POLINDOR asked then,  
What 'twas she thought he blushed for: Sober when  
She said, She knew not. Th' Amorist replied,  
'Twas something in her precious Gift, denied,  
Would break his True-love Heart; if granted, be  
His, Souls joy, glory: when (her modesty  
Not further questioning) skulked down between  
Those shrouding Breasts again, revealed unseen  
His grand o're-charging Longings: which she took  
At first, with sudden mixed, Coy-bashfull look  
(True Maiden's shyer blushing) said, Though she  
Had passed those stricter bounds of Modesty,  
Yet those of Honour, Chastity, she'd never;  
But keep unstained still and white, for ever,  
Her Virgin- fame. When th' worthy'st-minded Youth,  
Part-dampt, Craved gentle Pardon (though intruth  
Meant nobly'st) if his rash, o're-hasty Tongue  
Ought erred; the Heart most guiltless was (erelong  
Growing pale withal) and on her soft hand, Lip  
Sealed pow'rfull'st Marriage-vowes, which swore to keep  
Inviolate. FLOSTELLA straight replied,  
Such solemn Vows could hardly be denied,  
If pure and real; but (new griefs arise)  
What if more paused upon't? Harsh Doom (he cries)  
One Night might ruin, blast all. She again;  
Then He, than sob'rest She, though but in vain:  
For ('las!) how could FLOSTELLA long deny  
POLINDOR aught? what if he Swoonding dye?  
Does therefore sweetly'st, on her Female part,  
Melt in kind odrous V●w●s; gives Heart for heart:  
Though till confirmed those Marriage-bonds (she says)  
He must lo●k for more: Who yields, obeys.  
First also, Each had mutually made known  
(In brief) what, who they were: of which anon.  
But stay my wan ●ring Muse, lest (haply) here  
Any unkinder Breast should charge the dear  
FLOSTELLA with lost Fame, or broken Vow  
(Fly hence that foulest Breath) desire them know  
She ne'er was Real Vestal, nor (forlorn)  
Tied to th' chaste Virgin-yoak, since yet Vnsworn:  
We said, She appeared such; though (all that while)  
But Nun of Choice indeed, her proper style:  
Which kind of Free and unsworn Nuns (alas!)  
Unknown to th' desperate swoonding Lover was:  
Which thus we'll clear. There was set Number stood  
Enrolled sworn Vestal Nuns, whose daily Food,  
clothes, necessaries, all by th' Foundress will;  
Their Chambers also, their Tables severed still,  
Distinct: to change th' estate once having vowed,  
Proved death. That other Virgin-rank, allowed,  
Styled Nuns of Choice, themselves to th' full maintained,  
Might stay their year complete, well used, trained  
(Or Quarter, if they please) as Maiden Boorder.  
Sworn Vestal Nun if died, that Place by order  
Was offered first (as gift) to th' Signior Nun  
Of choice, who if Refused, 'twas likewise done  
To th' Next; so falling down, to th' very Last:  
Although, whoever refused thus, if past  
Their complete Year, must straight depart the Grove,  
Be gone, as showing but faint Maiden love  
To VESTA; else (perhaps) might stay Ten year,  
No void Place offered them: and th' Priestess here  
Might, All refusing round, elect a Stranger.  
But yet, FLOSTELLA had that Swearing danger  
Escaped, nor was her Perfect year (required  
For Choice) as yet by full Three weeks expired:  
Though probably she would have Sworn, so chaste,  
Joined griefs, some strong retiring Grounds; which passed,  
Not Earth nor Hell's black witchcraft, charms could e'er  
Have shaken those Vows, or made that Breast forswear.  
Nor blame POLINDOR's coyer Soul, whose Merit  
Too high for th' vulgar Plains, Heroic spirit  
(Mind, Body matched, crowned both Planetick) who,  
When saw true splendid Worth, loved truly too.  
The Contract's over now; Thrice happy Payr  
Through loves First chaste fruitions! now they are  
More wise, Kind natured both, know t' improve  
Life's peerless blessing, since best life in Love;  
Man, Woman th' best of Creatures; and by this  
(chaste Love conjugal) still maintained is  
That Best of Creatures: else Men come to gaze,  
Eat, drink, and sleep, so vanished gone; Youth's blaze  
E'er long extinct, th' are Coughs then, aching bones;  
Earth's, their own toilsome Burdens, breath in Groaneth  
CUPID? or squeamish VESTA? ask them now  
Before whose awful Shrine they'd rather bow.  
Long may you flourish, Nature's well-joyned Glory,  
Virtues chief sparkling Gems, Loves dearest Story,  
Proudest triumph too; grand Universal wonder;  
heavens choice Care lastly, Guarded with the Thunder.  
Long live, admired; and by your Virtues hold  
Tasked Fates as 'twere your Bond-mayds; love, grown old  
In sweetest Embraces thus, until Time snows  
(Though late) upon your Heads: at length, when grows  
Th' Earth burdenous, may you then turn Stars, mount higher  
Two True-love Souls at once (conjoined) expire.  
The Daylight burning lower, Wisdom checked  
Our cautious Lovers, roused; bid glance, reflect  
On th' blissful Future, how might hold Life-breath  
Their late-born Union, since part's Death.  
'Twas solemn weighty Business; when it seemed  
As though some sudden faint overcast had dimmed  
Their first joys splendour, like to gloomy Cloud  
In some fair gaudy Day: Their faces shrowded  
A twinkling Pleasure, mixed with kind of Sadness;  
'Twas troubled Joy as 'twere, or heavy gladness;  
In brief, such changed, so sorrowful Delight  
As, All went not so well: The pretty sight  
Would have transported some, since in their Eyes  
(Mean while) most noble Beaming seemed t' arise  
And shine through all. First, it was justly feared,  
POLINDOR's Father here (if weighed, referred  
To reasons scan) would leave them Vagrants, lost  
To all shrouding Shelter, prove but cruel Host.  
And, as the Case then stood, her changed Father  
Appeared more doubtful, worse, that she had rather  
Trust to the common Road for Alms: does so,  
In briefest terms, chant forth a Story of woe  
To th' young POLINDOR's ear; so pret'ly laying  
Unkindness to her Stars, in words (displaying  
Most bright-coyned looks the while) that thence might show  
Sad tale sweet; Sorrow tuneful, lovely grow.  
Her Father was a Duke, by splendid birth  
And fortune Great, owned plenteous store of Earth  
(Though royal Heir to ancient foreign Crown,  
As we shall show) seemed Great in worth, renown  
For many years, most Noble minded, trained;  
But one last Blot eclipsed all, Enchained  
To stolen fleshly Lust (nor much stolen neither)  
Whence Byased more to ill; like eyrie Feather  
Tossed by his wanton Females humorous blast  
(Bright Virtue thus through Vice's cloud o'ercast)  
And who checked that the least, might Thunder move:  
Extreme his Hate was grown, as was his Love:  
ARPLASTUS called. Her Mother, th' honoured Niece  
To th' Macedonian Queen, famed through all GREECE  
For beauty, virtue, rare-found Gems in one;  
Fit Mother for FLOSTELLAS' self alone:  
ORANTHE this. Through Sickness envious spite  
Whose Cheeks late partly changed, besides delight  
Of wanton Ranging, fond ARPLASTUS keeps  
His close-loved Concubine, one, eats and sleeps  
Still under's gorgeous Roof (far off Allied)  
COMANDRA called by name, his Houshold-guide,  
Chief Governess; or if mean-styled she be  
(Since Table-guest) ORANTHES Deputy.  
Young, Proper, Handsome, but as Foul within  
As without lovely, Fair; wise to all Sin  
Black Mystery; yea, fit for th' Practic too,  
Did Spite, ambition closely call, might show  
Fates Governess (as 'twere) th' whole Three in one:  
Rare boldness, Carriage Garb transporting won,  
Dropped amorous Spells; smooth-tongued, most haughty spirit▪  
This Minion fearing much, Wives dearer merit  
Might chance t' unbosom her, in time, estrange  
ARPLASTUS glued heart; so, whither change  
Her Full-mooned fortunes to th' consuming Wane:  
High dreams besides, what honour, glory, gain  
Could she become his Wife, rule all at least  
Ith' wisely stead: ORANTHE sick, o'erpress  
Through certain Malady (unhappy'st Ill!  
Caused primely through her inbred griefs, though still  
Hushing their mournful Noyce, for three years' space)  
Confined to th' Chamber now, strong Poisonous Glass  
Soon frighted her fair Soul (by stealth) to Heaven:  
FLOSTELLA aged Twelve, that blackest Even:  
Although two Sons, three Daughters more, her Womb  
Had brought him forth; each couched in slumbering Tomb,  
Since when (some Years expired, gone) though yet  
Her main Mark, project missed, forbidden Sweet  
Since pleased his Lordship's palate best, howe'er  
She's Mistress grown; Th' all-pow'rfull Planet there.  
Servants feared, flattered round most strangely of late,  
Run, winged fly, like her mere Motions straight;  
Nor question durst if ought ARPLASTUS will:  
Her Nod saved speaking breath, and her Frown still  
Doomed them for lost, cashiered. His Treasure lies  
Open to'er as Day, bleeds for her Masqueries,  
Pomp, gaudy furnish, whose Golden tide  
She Moon-like seemed to rule; drained thence beside  
As through close Trench, to her own private store:  
What marvel, th' inmost Heart filched long before?  
All which (her Female World made his, resigned)  
He saw not, would not see, become Lust-blind.  
One Son she had, a well grown Sixteen-Youth  
(Not full Fifteen she bore him though) intruth  
Most forward manly Sprout; whose Soul in shape  
Lesle vile than th' Mother's seemed, but (foul mishap!)  
Her Brain-juice, councell-milk long Sucked so,  
That plumped and thrived full well upon't, might show  
Her Creature-son: whose secret Whisper, smile  
Confirmed for worst Exploit (by Named style  
(ORDELLAN) taught to sooth, o'erreach, aspire,  
His Person, Parts, or Garb if you inquire,  
Handsome, Court-stamped; preferred to th' Dukes own Table.  
This Sprig to make more mounting, great (if able)  
She felt new Childbed Throws, falls roundly upon  
New plot, his Wife's FLOSTELLA marked alone.  
And thus, no day, wherein her subtle Art  
Played not some quainter Scene, bold, stage-l●ke part  
On poor FLOSTELLA's weakness; first, she awes  
With her new Greatness, State (forsooth) to cause  
More reverend thoughts of her from thence, Esteem;  
Yea, make more prized Coin, enhanced seem  
Her following Kindnesses: then, stooping lower,  
By loving Favours (these) ere long does woo'er;  
Choice Bird-lime, spells. Called forth to th' bowry Grot,  
Walked, chats it with her oft; the●, as forgot  
Th' height more, Familiar grown (though seldom) plays  
Th' Wanton, toyed with her; meant especial Grace.  
Then, Gifts, close Baits; no tempting knack, device  
Too costly, if but ravished Younger eyes,  
Or moved FLOSTELS: Bravest clothes too, the Father  
Turned lavish-free (so Rich) to claw the rather  
Good, sweet COMANDRA; fine Shows, Masquing, Sports,  
By which (intruth) that young ORDELLAN courts,  
Chief ord'rer, Revel-master: holds her train;  
How sprightly, did she want but aught! does strain  
E'er she has fully spoke, as in that Air  
Of her commandings breathed! then (soft Love-pray'r)  
Small Sigh he dropped for close. Thus, having won  
Herself first Love (she thought) her active Son  
Kind Favour, liking, she might pass the better  
To her main Plot; FLOSTELLA grown her Debtor ●  
Since deeply implanted Love betrays the mind  
To poorer, ba●er Motions oft, struck Blind.  
As busies He to raise, endear his Merit  
About ARPLASTUS still, like's Eyrie Spirit,  
Page, Shadow; in each fancied humour, sport  
How served him! deemed his Breast the second Fort:  
Not Seasons more the all ruling Sun obey,  
Bodies Stars, nor th' own Souls our fleshly Clay.  
Thus, five months vanished, gone, thick Summer bower  
COMANDRA entered, where that pleasing hour  
The sweet FLOSTELLA blazed, and, after Look,  
Salute, kind spoken both, ●hough jointly struck  
Both gloomy sadness too; more Solemn Smile  
(Ligtning 'fore Thunder, being set awhile)  
Ushered her strong-tuned words: when, subtly bold  
(Naught losing State) She thus began t' unfold  
Her own, and Son's diastrous fortune there  
(Choice, early-blasted Bud) thin dewy Tear  
Nigh sweeting forth: How C●PID's poisonous dart  
(Than sighs) had 〈◊〉 his overtender Heart,  
Slain by that daintiest flaming Black, her Eye;  
H●w sadly languished, how oft vowed to dye  
Her constant suffering Martyr: she displays  
His watchful, pensive Nights, his loathsome Days  
(Poor gentle Youth!) informed discreetly still  
More Glory 'twas by far to Save, then kill,  
Besides, her special self should own a Son  
TO her sweetest Goodness: If offensive grown,  
'Twas for the Morning-light of her own Eye▪  
And next, the Ladies heart-pined Votary;  
Her Son, that others Servant, let not so  
Fair Innocency (thus) foul Murderess sh●w.  
Nor moved she strange injurious thing, aught jars  
With kindness, Friendship; what thought harsher Sta●  
Gave him lesle Turfy Earth? he's rich within,  
Whose Breast appeared young Vi●tue-magazin.  
For Carriage, Person, rival to the best,  
Prime piece; if Mothers did not dote at least;  
Well tasked Dame Nature played not while she made him:  
And her Alliance, Blood might (last) persuade him  
Noble enough, for Birth, if th' heavenborn Mind  
Made him not so. For Wealth (Dirt more refined)  
She had Estate for both; let sordid Moales  
Root where they buried are, to virtuous Souls  
All's in that Term, Enough: besides, 'twould prove  
Rare Tie, obli●e her Son to honour, love.  
The Lady, first, this Amorous Motion heard  
With kind of startling wonder, than appeared  
With daintiest Blush stained▪ overflowed▪ as though  
Would silent check, upbraid (since ●lush lesle show)  
COMANDRAS clearer Cheeks: though Young, descried  
Thing base, unworthy through that Glossed outside,  
Fair varnish: strongest Avarice conceived  
(Joined proud Ambition) lurking in't, though weayed  
With Silken Love: nor was so close Heart-chained  
To th' Mother, fond (intruth) as to be strained  
Beyond her Self, fit bounds of honour; though  
Perplexed used lesser words, not daring go  
Cross-tide as 'twere; this Modest breath alone:  
She no such Beauty's treasure claimed, could own;  
Nor could believe, such Amorous Passion sorted  
With so Young, greener years, who rather Courted  
Fond Sports, pleasures still; estranged to Love:  
Thus, suckled Hope. This done, forth straight they move  
Their gentle Paces to most gallant Grot,  
Choice Summer house (to th' view) with Gloomy knot  
Of Trees environed round; near th' Arched Shade  
(Space left) purled daintiest Crystal Founts, displayed  
Quite round too, carved work; Birds chirping there  
Through liquid Art, 'twas streaming Theatre;  
Fine Statues mixed: what various wanton sport  
Through murmuring Spouts! like THETIS watery Court:  
Though the House with curious Imagery shined,  
Paintings, Rock-work. Where placed (thing so designed)  
Rare Musick-strains, those lower earthly Spheres,  
In parts saluted her, flowed to her ears  
Like well-conjoyned Streams in one full Tide  
Of heaven-born Sweetness; or the air did glide,  
As would to Storms prove hushing Lullabies,  
Charm down cares; Souls prime Minion, dearest This,  
Which hugs her oft to pleasing Ecstasy:  
Best, purest Image too, since Harmony  
Makes up th' Admired Soul. Lo, how each Passion  
Those tuned forth, how Languaged various fashion!  
Joy, sprightful mirth, complaint! How lastly prove  
Soul-melters, soften th' Heart (as 'twere) to Love!  
These curious Hands were followed by Voyce-quires,  
From artfull'st, well-tuned Breasts (those Speaking fires)  
Yet more t' inflame; cherish sweet Love-desires.  

First Song was thus:  

What is Beauty without Love?  
Daintiest Mixtures fruitless prove,  
Unless by others Tasted:  
Those Riches poor felicity  
Give th' Owner, till employed they be,  
And seasonably wasted.  
Like Shadows, Rainbow-cloudes theyare gone  
Your Red and White; 'tis dear fruition  
Heightens all; most Active known,  
When 'tis most Passive, your Condition,  
Thus, lost Kisses prove your our.  
Whilst Youth, Beauty, Summer's Gem  
Do vaunt thee growing,  
Ripe and luscious as yet showing;  
Hang not till thou rot'st o'th' Stem.  
Hasty Autumn scatters all  
Your pride, and well-pearched Glory;  
Those to Earth despised fall,  
When you too late are sorry.  
Froward Coyness then remove;  
Reap Beauty's end,  
Reap Beauty's dearest end, Sweetest sweets of Love.    
Next, walking forth, straight warbled through the Grove  
Clear sprightfully'st Cornets, which for mastery strove,  
Parched amongst the Boughs, a loft; now Single-sounding  
Each others various Notes while seemed rebounding  
Like dandling Echoes; quaintly florish●d o'er  
Their last strains, adding newer Points to th' store  
(Circle wise lodged) still answering round, by course;  
Till roused from her deep Marble Cell (perforce)  
Nymph ECHO, turned wanton prattler too.  
Then, joining all in O●e, seemed Ravish now  
Th' Air with their vigorous shrill Sounds, fright the (Shades;  
Whilst horrid fear those Plumed Fry invades  
Through thei● green bowry Cabins. These, for close,  
Seemed swallowed up by Sackboats (joined with those  
Wild goblin-throats) Recorders, big-mouthed Shalms;  
To which (erelong) an Antic of Wood-dames,  
Satyrs rushed nimbly forth (those ruder Lovers)  
In sprightfully'st, frisking Dance; with Levy covers,  
Flow'r-wreathed the Nymphs, whilst tayled & hayry-skined  
The Men; their Horns and Hoofs to each assigned;  
Pipes too, though Hunting darts the Women brought.  
What wanton postures, Liquorish kiss oft!  
Strange giddy freaks! whilst, mounted 'bove all eyes,  
Their Music seemed th' Olympic Waitss o'th' skies.  
In all these Feats ORDELLAN with best skill  
Paid his observance-tribute, homage still,  
Duty-devotions, as his vital Being  
Given chiefly for that end; Love-poem fleeing  
(Ingenious-fancyed brain, as could  
Stand with those years, best Education's mould)  
Sometime by's Mother to his Mistress ear:  
At length Sick chamber kept, does slily there  
Befool his Nightcap, health, whilst former Road  
(Gifts, favours still) the good COMANDRA trod.  
And when, more rarely though, her Suit renewed,  
FLOSTELLA still would ward it thus, delude  
With gentle fence: Her Son's approved desert  
Naught questioning, but doubtful fickle Heart  
Through wavering Youth; her own much Greeness too  
She pleads, nor that (intruth) her Fancy knew,  
Whom yet could well affect, more Mayden-cold:  
Her Father's dangerous frown, last. When th' o're-bold  
COMANDRA smiled, look careless; thus replied:  
That, were they once Betrothed by Vows, and tied,  
Wedding-time come, when fit to make th' relation,  
Discovery; her powerful Breath, persuasion,  
FLOSTELLA'S fixed Love, her Son's gained Favour  
Should easily mould the Duke. Yet seemed to waver  
The doubtful Lady, cried, She feared; some rare  
Change hoping still, event: such th' amorous War,  
Siege lingered on, with no small Battery,  
Till three complete Years progresed through the Sky.  
Wherein th' o're-bold ORDELLAN had so long  
Played Loves part, torturings, more powerful, strong  
Those amorous Heats, desires, grown Elder now;  
Heightened through Hope (th' improved FLOSTELLA (too  
Showing all Ravishment as 'twere, a Beauty  
Dressed round with dart-like Flames, commanding duty)  
That he plain felt the Rack (just, solemn curse!)  
True, sober Fires: which vexed COMANDRA worse.  
Thus had she her precious time, cost, Magick-brain  
Strowed fond on, th' expected Crop to gain,  
Though reaped but whirling Wind; until she saw  
FLOSTELLA now (Ripe-grown) past childish awe,  
Woman arrived: more Years caused germinate  
More wisdom too: much slighter Answers sat  
Parched on her tongue, she deemed; does therefore now  
Wholly give o'er, despair: her furrowed Brow  
Hides couched Ruin in't. Though deadly'st fashion  
Raised, heightened all, that scornful Indignation  
To be ere long o're-toped, much shorter reined  
(Yet chief, grand Lady-regent o'th' Boards end)  
Thing Fatal, loathsome; thus, Hell she are trying  
Black, surer ways, The poor FLOSTELLA'S dying.  
And then she could more closely Engraft her Son  
To ARPLASTUS heart (she thought) much easier won,  
Plant him the Heir; since nearest blood could boast  
But one lost Uncle, long since thought a Ghost.  
Nor carried she her Spleen so deeply interred,  
But that FLOSTELLA saw it Flash, and feared.  
Thus then, some few Weeks after (to be brief)  
The Lady's Head and Side much pained through Grief,  
Joined watchings; Broth bespoke, at length espied,  
And th' Maid asked, why so long? Who quick replied,  
COMANDRA seasoned it: most jealous Qualm  
Straight seized her Breast; when clozing doors, o'th' same  
Small part her little Dog she gives, who lies  
Pining some half an hour, then rolls and Dies.  
Death honoured! first, his Sovereign Lady's Taster,  
Then, dearest life's Reprieve. This Object cast her  
So deeply intranced, that she doubted nigh  
Whether yet lived; whose mournful Corpse lay by,  
Hers, or that little Dog's (beloved so)  
damped with Griefs sudden rising 〈◊〉, as though  
'Twere not the Dog's, but mere her Ghostly Dream;  
And all but Cheat, imagined Life did seem,  
Gasping at best: as heavens loathed Eyesore,  
Earth's troublous Burden, now, she seemed deplore.  
Naught but death's ghostly Masque, tombs, fables, shrouds  
(Knells, groans the dismal Music too't) o're-clouds  
Her sickly Brain, her thoughts seemed t'over-cast.  
Nor durst she 'midst these fears, this Stormy blast  
Mutter at all, complain, such Th' others power  
O'er her charmed Father known, first very hour  
She should but Liar seem, as merely checked  
O're-saucy his Delights; the sad effect  
Through whose dire hellish hate, but Hell-life mere;  
COMANDRAS' rage thence doubled: staying howe'er.  
She surely died too: Tenant grown at will  
Her doubtful poor Soul seemed, that Fatal wheel  
Th' Whore wanton ordering. Thus, like Sorrow's Spouse,  
Death's mournful Bride she sat (though then allows  
Those Two such amiablest sweetest Grace,  
Triumphant both appeared) dark round's the Place  
As Night (she thought) except kind Beam from Heaven,  
Close Voice; FLOSTELLA, Hope: when as 'twere given  
New spirit (Young years were never more discreet)  
She roused for speedy Flight, and, straight up-knit  
Small Linen pile, with precious jewell-box  
In her large-compast Scarf, with haste she unlocks  
Backdoor, to th' Gardens shaded side well leading  
(What sweet-cast Lightnings round, espials dreading!)  
So through long arched Bower (where, if descried,  
She had then but Walking seemed) does smoothly glide  
(Oft glance back) to th' Gardens Postern-door.  
Thence, muffled straight, the fields she traversed o'er  
Towards her dearest Nurse ARDINAS Farm,  
Some Mile remote; whom straggling took by th' arm  
(By blessed chance) hales to th' shrouding Hedge, runs o'er  
Her sad Tale, weepingly (whose full Tear score  
Nurse dropped again as fast) conjured that hour  
Shed lead her towards th' admired Vestal Bower  
(PLEDORA called her name) as Orphan there  
Procured her entered Nun of Choice for th' year  
Of liking; whose Expense to undergo  
Gold-coynd she nimbly shows, for Future though  
jewels, two thousand pound low-rated price;  
Mothers last Blessing, Milk as 'twere (th' alwise  
Heaven prompting so) against some such needy hour  
T' uphold poor drooping Life: these to her power  
ARDINA still should vent: Thus, forth they rashed  
Like loosed Winds▪ postingly. Lest also crushed  
(E'er long) her hoped-for Fortunes into air,  
Strong-grounded thought (COMANDRA'S busy care  
No doubt) that she was Dead, Surprised or lost  
(No Poison, flights cause, mentioned though, 'twould cost  
But more Hate thence from Both) next Rural stray,  
Well-seeed, bore this t'her Father, penned by th' way.  
My Lord, your poor FLOSTELLA far  
Is wandered, why, Time may declare:  
Heaunn knows the Reasons, yet nor Place,  
Time, Grief, shall filial thoughts deface:  
She's living, safe; Fates kinder doom  
(Returned) may make your House her Tomb  FLOSTELLA. 
Thus, Coached ere long, Both lodged the second Night  
Ith' Vestal Grove; where (lo) with sad Delight  
She had strowed her Mayde● hours (Recluse) till now,  
What Joy such churlish Fate would yield, allow.  
This Story told, with many a Sigh, those grief  
Perfumes, whose nimblest Echo still (as if  
Then doing) kind POLINDOR seemed; t'umbraid  
Stars crossness too, his cloudier Maps displayed.  
His Father was a Duke, of highest Blood,  
Fortune, estate to boot, though jointly showed  
More high Parts spirit (whose royal Ancestor  
Wore THRACIAS' Crown, till overpowered by war  
Fleld hither) one, those weighty Affairs of State  
Could bear, as well as burly Honour's weight,  
Mere load of Titles; brave, transcendent Mind,  
Free, courteous, popular; with which combined  
Well-languaged Travayler's deserved praise:  
ORTHERIS called. Who, th' old King's peaceful days,  
Shone Glorious, lofty'st prime Court-constellation  
For fourteen years; till foul Eclipse, privation  
Caused through that Young ignoblest King, at last:  
Who soon o're-clouding him, with others, placed  
Fond Minions circling Stars about his Throne;  
Base Mete●r-souls, could soothe and fawn upon  
His humorous Vices, flash their seeming Worth:  
Whereas ORTHERIS truly Blazed, shone forth  
To th' Graecian world. But hence his Honoured brows  
Blowed deeply'st, th' Heart to boot, endeared Spouse  
Clouded by churlish Death, KALASPE fair;  
In whose Breath seemed to breath, his Bosome-star  
Shot low as th' earthy Urn; whose gallant June  
For years, for splendid beauty, goodly'st Noon  
Not yet o'er past: though fearfullest Aggravation  
(To th' utmost Height) the strange and dismal fashion.  
Since thus it was: ORTHERIS being retired  
For some few weeks, with's most Beloved, admired  
(What time her Paint, and gaudy'st Springtide-dress  
Th' Earth wore) for quiets calm, repose, and ease  
To small Park lodge; surmounting ●ox of pleasure  
For Deer, moist sk●led Fry, outlandish treasure  
Of strangest tame Beasts, Fowl (convoyed plantation  
From divers Shores) that 'twas th' accomplished Station  
Of Solace, those Five Senses Sommer-bow'r:  
Through change of Prospect moved, enticed one hour  
(Nature's prime Picture-draught, th' Eyes Second-course  
Repast, as 'twere, for Hills, Dales, Fountain-scource,  
Crystal cheeked Rivers too, Woods shady-lined  
(Choice, curious Maze as 'twere forth, Seeing designed)  
Both Dovelike roved forth beyond the pale  
To planted Myrtle-walk, cool whispering Gal●  
Invighting, little Dog their only Train.  
Where, walking closely linked, scoured up the Plain  
Behind their backs (strong Whirlwind-like to th' ears)  
Coach and six horse, with Five armed Cavaliers:  
All which, like Thunderbolts, to th' shaded ground  
Leaped rushing forth; Two with their Chief surround  
The brave ORTHERIS straight whose Poniard warded  
Many dire kill thrust, his back Oak-guarded  
(Through heavens wise providence) oft fenced with death;  
Though fought much more for sweet KALASPES (breath  
Then for his own: Ah, caitiff, villain (crying  
That Chief) defray th' old mortal Score; th' art Dying.  
Now gaped his Wounds, wide Ports resembling so  
For Life's sad marching forth, displaying though  
His crimson Colours round; whilst th' other bore  
Mouth-stoped KALASPE, glancing back, still more  
With dismallest eyes her ghastly Lord pursuing  
(As would those dear Love-token Balls, with viewing,  
Toss on his Breast, though th' Body seized, denied)  
To their Coach-den: which by their Chief espied,  
Those Three, ORTHERIS couched left for dead,  
Death's prostrate Prisoner; back the Tigers fled  
To their secured Prey, drove, hurried on.  
〈◊〉 Soon after, taught both Rocks and Woods to groan  
Loud Page, shrill Woman both (at once arriving)  
With their Laments; forth straight the Keeper driving  
Through th' horrid Summons noise to the gloomy place  
Strange View, strange mournful outcry, Consort ' 'twas.  
The Woman, wildly roaming here and there,  
Called to her Lady round, whose grieved Ear  
Meets only still her Tongues redoubled voice;  
Back-ecchoed Moans: Those others nimbly hoist  
To th' Lodge their Herse-like postured, dying Lord;  
Whose Soul and Body's dearest joined accord  
Best care preserves, till skilfullest Surgeon came:  
Meanwhile, Horse scoured the Plains, KALASPES name  
Hills, Woods rebounded oft, most pleased to chant  
That loved Tone, though senseless, ignorant  
Where she's become: All parties feigning still  
To th' languishing ORTHERIS, that she's ill  
Through fright-bred Fever; but Recovered, found;  
Asked, talked of him: yea suttlest Letters crowned  
Report, Forged by her Woman's Mimic hand.  
Thus, Hopeful strength (at last) good spirits gained,  
Couched most broad awake, one solemn Night;  
When plump-cheekd CINTHIA'S flaring Beauty, light  
Tinsselled as 'twere the Room; 'bout Midnight's hour;  
His Curtain (lo) was open rashed, by power  
Horrid, unseen; when straight before him stands  
KALASP●S truest Shape, those very Hands,  
Those Cheeks, Lips, Eyes (those richer clothes to boot)  
But such transformed, piteous Lump to th' foot  
Of quondam Beauty, lamentable Mass,  
Best known to th' poor ORTHERIS sure it was;  
Himself worse Ghost become: Heaven darkened there  
Might seem (to th' view) small doomsdays draught appear●  
Such monstrous cloudy Eclipse. The mournful B●est  
Her Hand first beating (lo) to th' injured Rest  
Then sadly points, th' whole Crimson Body round  
(clothes torn) what Bruises, gashing there abound  
(Strange, dismal Fate!) whilst bleaker-cheeked Moon  
Turned Qualmish at the sight, Stars seemed to eat  
The horror, Winked, He's merely raging, wild;  
Called to her, Roused to grasp, though then beguiled  
His trembling Hand, like Vapour, fume she fled:  
Concludes for certain now she's butchered, Dead:  
Who vanishing straight shrunk to thinnest Air,  
To th' room Men frighted Goblin-like) repair.  
The ground of all was thus: That Captain-mate  
Oth' surly Crew, for point of Rank, estate  
Might once seem partly Eminent; beside,  
Had sought the Fair KALASPE for his Bride  
(LURGANOR called by name) but Base of Soul:  
Who soon discharged, rejected grown, as Moal,  
Blind Son o'th' Earth; deboistest lump for vice  
(Foul, ugly'st Quarrels too, ere lost this Prize,  
Between him and th' young ORTHERIS) both he hates  
How deadly! prayed to th' Goddess Vegeance, Fates.  
Thus, almost melted quite through Riot, now,  
He Mints th' whole Remnant-store (to th' very Blow)  
All into currant Cash, good Horse-command  
Late got by Bribes in Foreign CYPRUS' Land;  
So joged with those well matched Comrades, to th' next  
Port-town, for Sea: though humorous, heart-vext,  
Bade th' Coachman drive some half-mile wide, below,  
He'd view that Quaintest Lodge, far off, bestow  
Some fresh-stamped Cursing Coin on it, and them  
At final parting: where that double Gem  
For Love, perfections Worth (ere long) descried,  
Walking Entwined, how rare those odds beside!  
He Fiendlike roused himself, ●s 'twere, against Heaven,  
Belched forth strange Stratagem (that very Even  
All leaving too the Realm) thus, up they drive;  
ORTHERIS laid for Dead, She's seized alive:  
Whom hurried post beyond th' ARCADIAN bound  
(E'er long) to bordering LACE DEMON ground,  
Wild woody Rock, culled out, for savage Heart  
Meet dismal Scaffold, Stage; where (foremost part  
Of studied vengeance) Grim LURGANOR sought,  
Mouth stopped, to Ravish her: these words full oft  
Belched forth, He'd make hers paltry Whore, at least,  
Though not his Wife: same vowed th' Assistant rest.  
Now, near the Act, when wand'ring almost flies  
Her poor Soul forth, in sighing Gale, to Skies;  
Loud Huntsmen scared his Lust, came drawing nigh t●em:  
Her death was vowed, least blood though, corpse delcry them,  
Confirmed, that Towering Rock (to th' full) would make  
Death's battering riddance, safe triumphant Wrack;  
Her daintiest Body, Blood (as of no price)  
Trash-like thrown down, Rich-dyed the Precipice.  
Their Hackneyman, that former Vision o'er,  
Drove by the Lodge, and th' keeper's Boy (met lower)  
Informed how he saw her mangled, slain;  
Whence sadly told t' ORTHERIS ear again.  
Her followed too (prime Curse) his only Daughter,  
Gem, bright DORISBE, Corpse become soon after;  
Though th' early-blowing Rose of GREECE allowed,  
Aged Fifteen. Through Sorrow's blackest Cloud  
Lost, overwhelmed, Live-buryed thus awhile,  
Recluse; much crazed Mind and Body still  
(Besides that wondrous Humour of Extremes,  
T' one leaps to th' other oft, like Phoebus' Beams  
Slunk down to th' Vnder-earth) from State he falls;  
Seeks out, th' World deadly loathed, those homely Walls  
Of Swains, for gilded Pomp and vast, a Nook;  
Soft Springs, 'lone pensive Shades, and murmuring Brook  
(That Life most quiet, plain, and harmless praised)  
Took pretty smaller Grange, where only grazed  
For's household, pleasure: Nor this Life must eat  
(This mean Outworld) as yet, his Darling-son  
The Lord POLINDOR, though had still allowed  
Prime Tutors for best Arts; his Breast endowed  
With various Science, Tongues, for th' warbling Lute,  
Galland Great-horse both of admired repute:  
Those Tutors from TREGOR (great Town befriending,  
Not six miles off) three days each Week attending.  
Thus, Four years o'er. Like Shepheard-fortune steered  
More of the Gentry's rank; so strongly endeared  
To Two whereof, by name FERGOND, C●ARROON  
(Turned Brother-swains o'th' Vale) that's only Son  
Must mix bloods with them; bound, precisely ty●d  
To choose, of their Two Daughters, which his Bride:  
DULCENZA th' one, MARPESA th' other called;  
Deserving Nymphs for Person, Parts, though failed  
To please his special Fancy; yet averse  
To worldly Marriage too: thus (Cloudyed, fierce)  
He'd oft perplex with wounding taunts POLIND,  
Since flinched back; showed (briefly) but sick Mind:  
Cross-winds if raised, big, swelling Storm his passion:  
Fixed for one of those Girls, and Shepheard-station.  
FLOSTELIA here, eyed with like Sympathy  
Her sober, gallant Spouse, whose gloomy Eye  
Tilted at hers again; Both thought-rapt, mute,  
That thus Wise Providence should strangely suit  
Their grand Illustrious Births, unhappy Fortunes,  
As well as gentle Loves; which claimed, importunes  
Sigh, Smile from both: Till straight from flashy Looks  
Both fall to serious Counsels; like two Brooks  
Ranging their busy Maze: their best Props showing  
Faint Reeds turned eyrie; Those, first life bestowing,  
Scarce now would cherish Life. The sweet FLOSTEL  
Durst not for Harbourage (as then) appeal  
'T her Father's house; besides her solemn Vo●  
Made not to VESTA only (sober, now  
Told her POLINDOR'S ear) but unto All  
Th' immortal Court of Gods, that Virgin-hall  
When first she entered, fixed to perform;  
That, as through their Joint mercies, cruel Storm  
Threatening Life's wrack, decease, she had shunned so late,  
And here found blissful Anchor, Shelters fate:  
She'd spend th' whole Year (at least) i'th' Vestal bower,  
Offering her thanks and praises to each Power  
In Orisons: next, leave the Grove a Maid,  
As entered first; Three Weeks being yet unstay'd.  
Nor durst POLINDOR too his Father's rage  
Trust those Three Weeks alone, so urged it Engage  
Contract (at least) with one o'th' Nymphy Pair;  
Now come to th' utmost Clozing point, or Jar:  
Besides (howe'er) '●was strangest Lover's Hell  
So long to hazard, lose the dear FLOSTEL.  
Thus, solemn thoughts, Hast, Fear their minds assailing,  
Now this way (●o) then th' other seemed prevailing:  
Stout, burdenous Task! till lastly (shrewd Ado,  
Modest reluctance, Maiden doubtings too  
Oth' fearful Woman's part) both jointly chose  
His strongly'st urged Design, kind Channels close.  
Which, though't may 〈◊〉 seem, and rasher too,  
Yet gave't to both 〈…〉 ●ent Shelter though;  
Eager Desire besides all Bars disclaims,  
And young Loves often court adventurous Aims:  
Sweetest stoln-sweets (last) prove: Thus, up they rise;  
And being a while to part; their speaking Eyes  
Shoot Farwell-flames, Souls as 'twere modellize.  
As her Fame's worthy'st Guardian, chastest She  
Viewed him, how sweet! joys only Guardian, He  
Viewed her again; Both Heaven next, th' implored  
Guardian (as 'twere) to both: worth Love's Record.  
What Sighs like Cross-gales breathed! what fervent Kisses!  
Close pant, folds! as to their Amorous blisses  
That Night an Ever were! till, showing One-hearted,  
Both jointly Kissed, sighed, smiled, and so they parted.   

POLINDOR AND FLOSTELLA. The SECOND BOOK.  
THus, having viewed the lofty Bower again,  
Let's Glance upon the lowly Shepherd's Plain,  
With that days solemn Festival, and sports,  
Devote to th' great God PAN, of various sorts;  
Though damped much since young POLINDOR gone:  
Who●e Morn dissolved in friendly'st mirth, anon  
By eleven, they offered thus on grassy Mount  
To th' rural God, beneath his sacred Fount.  
Twelve milk-white chosen Kids, twelve snowy Lambs,  
Fine trimmed their necks with Garlands (whilst their Dams  
Went sadly'st bleating oft) with Milk and Wine:  
Then, round the Altar all did straight combine  
To rustick-tuned sounds, in jolly Dance,  
As thus, both Hearts and Heels would join, t' advance  
Their burning Sacrifice: grand Feast ensuing.  
That done, as th' Even-game●, their sports renewing,  
These Panic Strifes for Prizes were ordained:  
First, nimblest Run●i●g proved, who chiefly attained  
The flow'r-de●k'd Goal, through windlike Footmanship:  
Next, who in manly Wrestling could outstrip,  
By strength, or slight o'er throw the Adversary:  
Third, who could Musics special honour carry,  
Like some quaint-curled APOLLO, mounted on  
Raised Scaffold, Stage; prove eminent alone  
For th' sweet-tongued Harp, Recorder, Lute and voyce●  
Each goodly Prize surrendered by their choice  
May-Ladies hand; though sundry judges still  
Sat by, conjoined Commissioners, whose skill  
Determined all. For close, whoever in Verse  
Could from Star-soaring Muse, to th' height, rehearse  
God PAN'S, or their own Loves exalted praises,  
Those Poet's name, with crown of Laurel, graces.  
The proper Ground, grand Theatre for this,  
Large flowery Plain; whose sides most sweetly rose  
With small, thin-planted Hills, from fruitful whom  
(Like beauteous Offsprings issued forth their Womb)  
Silver-cheeked Founts seemed ayering view the World,  
Till into wanton Bro●k●ar ●ar off they purled  
In rural dance; turned Nymphy combination;  
As joined for ●east, some Shrovetides celebration.  
Though Foursquare Plot there was, surrounded near  
(Three parts) with Trees, for th' gazing Eye and Ear,  
Planked Gallery beneath with Seats; enclosed  
Bowred top; for better Swains and Nymphs composed.  
As all passed home from these, our noble Lover  
Crossing the Vale, does joyed (by chance) discover  
Uncle of his, Beloved, by name RUFIN;  
Turned Swain with's Father (both joined Brother's 〈◊〉  
That Shepherd's life) though distant-housed, apart:  
Rich, childless, Widower, of frankest Heart  
And True; for sprightly exploits, sincerely'st love;  
TO whom opened all, such well steeled Faith approving.  
As first, his Noblest virtuous Choice; profound,  
Hard Wooing task, to boot, that double Swooned;  
Her vowed Years stay (three weeks behind) i'th' Grove:  
Lastly, his new Stratagem, enforced through love,  
And's Fathers high-swollen humour, Nuptial rage  
For those two Nymphs gentile. Does strongly engage,  
That, Masked disguised in Woman's robes, he would  
Procure him straight ways Nun of choice enrolled  
Ith' Vestal Bower; three places being known  
Yet void FLOSTELLA too yet lodged ●lone  
(ALTHUSA called his Name, said her Ally)  
Whose vowed Year not yet expired (lets fly  
Much passion straight) how blissful thus he might,  
Th' whole three Weeks remnant, steal more chaste Delight  
First-fruits in her arms dearest Cloister oft.  
Those done, since full Conjugal pleasures sought,  
RU●IN th' ensuing Day should fetch them thence  
As friend, or Guardian; feigned some Pretence  
For going; but conjured his Love by them,  
He would provide some Lurking-place, though mean,  
For their Retreat till blustering Storms were o'er:  
For th' present charge, Gold-coyn he had in store,  
Years late-payd Maintenance; being full and good.  
RUFIN transported, pleased with this Love-mood,  
Chief, gallant Choice too, strikes a friendly Close;  
Love Gods themselves transformed, churl-stars be those  
That thwart thy Love-designs (young Lord) he cried:  
Then, roundly asked him, if he ever eyed  
That Delphic Oracle, long since displaying  
His Fortune, lot: No, straight POLINDOR saying.  
Not? (said RUFIN) that time when Death's arrest  
Seizing th' old Duke, your Father's youthful Breast  
Greedy of Travayl (though found honoured Room  
●th' King's regard) entrustin me at home,  
Spent years in foreign Climes with danger, t●yl;  
Till, turning back, resolved on DELPHOS soil  
(Kind neighbour Country, as his choice rest, Repose;  
Thanks given to powerful PHoeBUS there, for Close:  
Where spied your worthy'st Mother, wooed, espoused;  
With whose Indulgent Parents first year housed,  
You, Infant, viewed the World. When, Message come  
From th' good old King, to call your Father home  
For mighti'st Honour, power, most urgent Hast;  
Those narrow Seas, as then, with Storms o'ercast;  
Your Going, next your precious Mothers, there  
Much questioned, scruplelized; Vows, Offerings were  
By both performed in Phoebus' Temple, as due:  
You then i'th' Mother's arms. All this for true  
I've heard expressed (replied POLIND anon)  
But what's that Oracle, to me's unknown.  
Indeed? (said wondering much the joyed RUFIN)  
Bot●'s passed Lives and Loves, this Nun's design  
It points most strangely forth; your Father's sure  
Was lost, when Body, Soul did both endure  
That tedious Anguish, grief: at Home you may  
(If found) survay't, long locked up, screened from Day.  
Arriving there, whilst held discourse POLIN  
With Nymph called MIND, Lass gentile and kind.  
His Houskeeper (by th' Wife more near Allied)  
RUFIN walked up; ere long again, descried  
With certain Paper- relic in his hand,  
Comes down, the Scroul these Mistick words contained.  

ORACLE.  
Return All safe; both Seas and Wind,  
To serve you as you'd wish, combined:  
At home, th' whole Kingdom's Honours wear:  
That Child shall prove your Glories heir:  
He's Shepheard-Swain, yet None; and She  
He loves a Nun, yet None, shall be:  
He Dies twice for her, lives; She Dies,  
Till in his Arms quick-buryed lies:  
All's in the bowry Grove, awhile  
Where Both must bear like Sex, and style  
Two now made jointly One) that Place  
Shows Both against Fortune's Storms a grace:  
No wrong to th' Maiden train, nor crime;  
By this First step to Bliss they climb.   
This strange Prophetic Scroul, as then produced  
By good RUFIN, such powerful thoughts infused  
(His Life and hers, things passed now, foretelling,  
His double Swoon, her Love, new Plot revealing)  
That, what before o'erswayed through Reason, love,  
Now Stamped with fatal Destiny did prove:  
Thus, proper MINDS Silken clothes, 'twas soon  
Resolved by all, should fit th' intended Nun.  
Here, gentler rapping alarum's heard at Door;  
When looking forth, O blessed mysterious Hour!  
More seems Accomplished still [Two now made one]  
Cried out RUFIN) There stands that Priest alone,  
My ancient Friend, shall do th' Uniting Feat;  
Fed late by me, relieved; who, when that great  
PHoeBEAN Temple sunk in Martial flame  
Through Wars in THRACE, to's native Country came,  
Fled hither; now i'th' next great Town TREGOR:  
Nor need this Priest to share your Secret more  
Than that o'th' Marriage-part. Much joyed POLIN,  
Who thus, their Priest withdrawn, th' whole Plot designed  
Southside, there joined small Outlet to the Grove,  
As part▪ divided yet (by chance his Love  
At first had so informed him) not deemed  
Sacred by th' Nuns, nor Hallowed ground esteemed  
As was that Grovy Plot; 'twas ample Bower,  
Tall-fenced round; to th' Grove one bolted door  
Belonged, whilst th' other passed into the Field:  
Free place to th' Nuns, who rarely'st though would yield  
This Bower their visit, save once the Year,  
When solemn Feasts to th' Foundress honour were;  
Since here she entered first, her Limbs reposed  
Firs● here, first Vowing in this Plot disclosed.  
Thus, useful MIND, should next morn, by eight,  
Move with FLOSTELLAS' help the Priestess straight  
For Nun of choices place (that Oracle  
First shown his Love) conjure her then to th' full,  
That, as kind civil Partner on the way,  
Both tracing forth, she'd winding-fashion stray  
To th' Outlets' skulking bower (Himself, RUFIN  
Lodged i'th' next Copse, with Phoebus' Priest, unseen)  
Where Married, thence she might most safe retire:  
Next Morn he'd join himself to th' Vestal qui●e.  
This told he closely to RUFIN, besought  
Kind MIND (of council too) as th' only Plot;  
Since, Vestal grove for th' Act FLOSTELLA ne'er  
Would yield; foul danger too, grand Crime it were:  
Priest then for close (since promised nobler Wages)  
Being called for th' Marriage-part most strongly engages.  
Thus, next Morn, MIND reached the Vestal Grove  
(Two long miles off) by seven, her work of love  
Discreetly ply'd● performed; i'th' Maiden Bower  
Gained Nuns desired place, and 'bout the hour  
Stole to that Outlet with the dear FLOSTEL:  
Whose door to th' Grove unbolted first, and well  
Secured again, unbolting th' outward Door,  
POLINDOR with RUFIN, Sign past (no more)  
Entered the place (Priest left without, attending)  
And now drawn near, to th' foot most lowly be●d●ng  
Ioy-crowned POLINDOR straight (as worshipped thus  
Blessed ●oyl she trod, those shades all-glorious)  
Kissing th' Hands, Lips, he thus true love did vie.  
Dear, dearest Madam, how obliged am I,  
Raised near the Gods themselves, through this high Favour!  
Whole Life conjoined, though now Tongue, breath should waver,  
Shall speak my Active Thanks. My noble Lord  
(Said she again) You see my prompt Accord  
To serve and please you; nor can I this Hour,  
But blushingly▪ inform, i'th' Vestal 〈◊〉  
Your Will's accomplished grown; th' immortal Voice  
Of Gods if fort, I then might seem Rejoice:  
Hoping (howe'er) you'll bind this Justice too't,  
That 'bove my Fonder vein, your earnest Suit  
O'er balanced in't. Sweet, sweetest Madam (says  
POLINDOR then) should meaner thoughts debase,  
I were unworthy of that Highest Room,  
So vast a goodness thence vouchsafed. I'm come  
Besides, my Lord (said she again) to close  
With your main Motion here, at once dispose  
Of all I am, by Marriage-resignation;  
Though (truly) had you chose for Bridal station  
That hallowed Grove, I deeply had scrupled it:  
Hoping (my Lord) you'll not withal forget  
That years strong Maiden Vow I've made to Heav●  
For which (three weeks thereof behind) was given  
Your noble Assent. Supreme Joy of my Soul  
(Said he) it was. Nor can discharge, control  
(My Lord) said she again) that former Vow  
This later, made, confirmed through Marriage now  
(You'll Grant me sure) nor least dispense the same;  
Wherefore your Lordship's second Oath I claym  
'Fore these and Heaven, that you'll not force me break it:  
'Fore these and all the Court of Gods, I speak it;  
Replied POLIND. Nor thence be cherished, sown  
Vnkinder thoughts, my Lord (said she) since none  
Can wish your dearest satisfaction more,  
Heaven truly knows my Heart; that season o'er,  
I shall conform to your Imperial pleasure.  
Madam (said he) be from Love's Mintage, treasure  
Those first-coyned gentle Favours, Sweets allowed,  
I mutter not. This fruit, the Lady vowed,  
Besides would follow thence; that, guiltless she  
To th' main Conjugal act, more boldly Free,  
Should lesle through bashful Fears in looks betray them;  
O'er bleeding Qualm should those offend, display them.  
This said, the reverend Priest through warning-sign  
Comes stealing in, that Nuptial Knot to twine,  
Whom gracefull'st B approached: And now (behold)  
Those Hands were linked in Hymenaean fold,  
Mi●●ick for th' inmost Hearts; with Dovelike eyes  
Vows made, exchanged, th' eternal Deities  
Called Witness too't: their mutual Names (beside)  
Each strait by course to th' other did divide  
(Through haste in Parchment written) sweetly'st gave them;  
Though most in Gold or brass did use t'engrave them;  
Thus spoke, With this my Heart and all is given:  
As I am true to thee, so bless me Heaven:  
Then, Rings exchanged; last, embrace and kiss;  
Th' old formal Priest pronouncing after this  
Both Man and Wife, with short though solemn Blessing:  
Poor gentle MINDS Heart so strangely o're-pressing  
(Kind, melting Soul! with strongest conceit of that  
Dear Union so overpowered straight)  
She downright sobbed again, whilst wept RUFIN.  
Skies pleased, more Azure smiling-cheeked, were seen;  
Bright PHoeBUS gilding round the verdant Bower  
With gaudy'●t blazing Beams, as eat that hour  
Grand heavenly Witness; meant t'adorn the Pla●e  
His levy Temple turned: for Anthem-grace  
(Wood-quire ith'cloze) conjoined chirping Throng;  
Seemed Warble forth their Hymenaean Song.  
Thus, speaking half in fearful Looks their last,  
Quick, short Farewells, the Lady now in haste  
Shut all forth; back to th' Vestal Mansion stealing,  
True Maid and Wife: POLINDOR'S joys excelling  
Th' whole earth, since gained thus th' All-wealthy Prize.  
Next Morn, as mounting PHoeBUS should not rise  
Eagrer to view's half globy World, than he  
More-worth FLOSTELLA far, he's gone, does flee  
By daybreak to RUFIN, his Uncle's place,  
Where calling MIND● straight (that proper Lass  
Kept th' house) they soon Vnsexed him for a while  
With her best Silken clothes, small linnen-pile  
For shifted, though couched his Taff'ty-robes within;  
This short salute to's Father, left RUFIN:  
Which Scroul, that Even to his hand conveyed,  
Smooth qualifying cause of Flight displayed.  

My Lord, being Noble, Young, and tired  
With Swains life, breast to travail fired;  
View more o'th' World, that Box of wonder,  
Map of his praise that rules the thunder;  
I'm gone for new Climes, foreign Airs:  
Heaven guard me back; your pardon, prayers.  POLINDOR.  
Thus dressed, transformed, forth traced our proper Nun;  
RUFIN with cheerful MIND followed soon,  
Just within view, till drawing near the Grove,  
Joined all for th' Vestal Mansion; where to's Love  
Th' esteemed FLOSTEL (though called PLEDORA there,  
Himself ALTHUSA named, her Cousin, near  
In Blood respect to boot) as Night-comrade  
He's entered, Nun of choice: though grown (as said)  
Ill rester lately, through distempered head  
(Such her Injunction) had his Trundle-bed.  
Proud Chamber-fellow (at least) becoming so,  
Truest Brides-groom; first Quarterage paid: but, O,  
Th' Hearts inward conflicts, checks! least Lover's eyes  
Blabbed more than Friend, what suited mere Allies,  
Or th' female same Sex; whilst those Virgin crew  
Flocked round to welcome all, did fondly'st view.  
T' one praised the Sunlike radiance of her Eye,  
Where sat enthroned sweet pleasing Majesty;  
Persuading, yet just than commanding Love:  
Tother her Cheek, and Lips, where seemed to move  
Graces transporting, wondrous those extols;  
How lovely, choice! The third for prime enrolls  
Her Forehead, Hair, what gallant, courtly'st Place!  
How Princess-like! whilst her especial grace,  
Acquaintance, all with kind of secret Passion  
(Close-charmed as 'twere) desired, to emulation.  
Indeed, PLEDORAS' Person wave, decline,  
To whom all prostrate Beauties, as divine,  
Must stoop in Vassaylage, th' Imperial she;  
That House, nor GREECE could equal wonder see:  
Both whom, by their la●t-coyned Names, we shall  
For th' time ALTHUSA and PLEDORA call.  
Bless (HYMEN) bless thy Gems, since these implore  
Thy Name 'bove VESTA'S, powerfullest thee Adore.  
Mean while, no petty troublous Storm arose  
About POLINDORS' flight, whose Father shows  
One while all Fire through vexing passion grown,  
As form of that Element alone;  
And then all drowsy Earth, dull, lumpish; whether  
Through grief produced, or rage, grief both together  
Since quashed those Matches quite: till good RUFIN,  
With others, fought by powerfullest ways, Design  
To cool, alloy; fair-glossing th' Action o'er  
As Youthful trick, by's Elders played before;  
Wherein but Copied had his own Grandfather.  
Thus, stroked his Rage. But gloomier Clouds did gather  
'Bout one o'th' mentioned Gentile Nymphs (alas!)  
DULCENZA named, whose no decitfull Glass  
Boasting o'th' Two chief Beauties stock (the Pearl  
Prime Tulip of those Plains (indeed) a Girl  
Lovely enough) t'whose Face conjoined beside,  
Some higher Parts; and (as she thought) descried  
Most kindness, lest neglect from th' Lord POLIND,  
She had fed more hopes: till (sadly'st-breathed wind!)  
Maid whispering forth the news, Hearts qualm begun;  
Hope's gasping 'twas; worse Souls Convulsion  
Seized now then ever, Sighed, she mourned, she wept.  
Grief's truest draught: till sick Bed lastly kept.  
Friends, pleasures, food, yea Life itself distasting;  
Th' World burdenous become; her sad eyes casting  
On naught, but there's beheld POLINDOR'S Face,  
Haunting her still, strong Fancies Ghost alas?  
There last she eyed his Person (thinks) and there  
Last heard him speak (goes on) such his Looks were,  
All flames and wounding Darts; such, such his Words,  
Love's Notes of Music, tunefullest accords:  
There (last) spoke to her, gave Kiss-salute  
(O heavens!) What Sighs, what Groans to each did suit?  
As those should prove joined Funeral kneels to all.  
O wondrous Rarity (said she) o'th' Vale,  
Of Greece, th' whole ample World! O most refined  
Choicest of Men (confessed) but too Unkind!  
Building thy Glorious Trophies (to our smarts)  
On Maiden ruins, captived Broken Hearts!  
I sent thee Mine, which, though not gently took,  
Near back returned Home (alas) 'twas Broke,  
Shivered, or lost: My Heart, once Ayre-like free,  
But now in Fetters, Chains: loathed Destiny!  
Nor wonder, Chained, since grew Love-mad, distracted;  
Too much I Hoped, through those hopes strongly acted,  
To much I looked (alas) too much I Loved  
(Fond, easy Soul!) till freedom's Ruin proved.  
Weep, weep my traitorous Eyes, in kindness now  
O'erflow and Drown me quite; sigh Breast, till you  
Grow Stifled thence; break Credulous Heart outright:  
But live POLINDOR still, enjoy this Light.  
O Love, thou worst of Tyrant-Lords, to whom  
Death's smiled, as pastime! lingring-sad's thy Doom!  
Lovers die tenfold, tenfold (only) alas!  
Wretched, wretched Lovers, how she extolled each Grace:  
(Now lost) by th' Body were that worn, or Mind!  
New-rating them! her Spirits languished, pined,  
Th' Head, Stomach drooped through mere Heart- sympathy  
(Sleep fled her cloudyed eyes) whilst slaps apply  
Posed Physick-doctors, vainly tired their skills.  
Lo (Reader) one o'th' World's transcendent Ills,  
Grand curses, Love, where not again Beloved:  
Till gleaning in short time (which wonder proved)  
Good vigorous Spirits, strange Resolves possessed  
(Of which ere long) her pensive, wavy Breast.  
Meanwhile, the fainter-hoped MARPESA (thought  
More private, calmly Mourned; by stealth would so  
Sigh, weep her sorrows forth, in gloomy Bowers,  
Like April's gentler-breathed Blasts, and showers.  
This for that Nymphy Payr; though partly now  
Young spruce MENANDER'S heart, by faithful Vow  
DULCENZAS bounden Slave, began to feed  
Cherish more hopes; such did SIRENUS breed,  
MARPESAS too; Both, fine gentile-born Swains  
(Whose Fathers with the Duke chose Shepheard-plains)  
Prime Sparks indeed, accomplished Youths, though most  
Seemed through POLINDOR'S Splendour darkened, lost:  
Thus, secret Burned, o're-powerfull Rival fearing:  
Their Loves discovered though, Looks glass-like wearing  
Th' Hearts inward blazing fires, Heart-panting, groans  
Sighs speaking plainly'●t forth; thus, seemed at once  
Mute Spokesmen, as live Pictures of their loves:  
So strong through th' Body's organ Passion moves.  
Yea, viewed Poetic strains of theirs, where shined  
Those Nymphs as Stars. To these two were assigned  
(As Victor-youths) that Running, wrestling Prize  
Last Festival, before their Mistress eyes;  
Both Laurell-crowned too, for Verse. The last  
For Music FLORIS won, Youth unsurpast  
By gallant those, extolled for Lute and Voice:  
Which Swain, though might in CUPID'S wars rejoice  
Since conquered CRESSAS' Heart, yet here became old  
Most captive, wretched, through rancorous grudge  
Lodged in her Father's breast, from sight restraining: (fl●me)  
Fort yielded, won, but Keys denied, complaining:  
By order that resigned, shut up though be  
The Gates by th' Churl Lieutenant, deputy.  
Though heightened all this woe High burning Feav●r,  
Which lately seized the Nymph, would seem (however)  
Through Vengeance, Spite, to Fire th' all beauteous Fort;  
Worse-feavered grown his Mind; such dismal sort  
Both dangerous. And now to th' Pastoral plain  
This travailing resolve o'th' Lordly Swain  
Seemed blazed forth; your courteous view transfer  
To Sonnet next, by special Honourer  
Of young POLINDORS framed, t' whose Glory, praise  
'Twas chanted forth ere long, with Rural grace:  
Choice quite of Shepheard-youths, with crowns of Roses.  
M●sque robbed to boot, conjoining in the clozes.  


1.  
Gem of Honour, Worth, farewell  
From thy Cell;  
Changed these snowy bleating Flocks,  
Echoing Rocks,  
For those Climes where wonders dwell:  
CHORUS. Mildest ZEPHIRS fan thee o'er,  
Chief Wonder, to what ever Shore.   

2.  
Thou, that was't our lovelyer PAN,  
Star o'th' Plain,  
Whose rare Influence rude freeze  
Did Civillize;  
And sublimed the Rustic brain:  
CHORUS. Nor didst more ennoble, then  
Improve this Desert, Herd of me●▪   

3.  
Rarest young Compound for sweet  
Virtue, Wit;  
Heightened through forms excellence,  
More by Sense;  
Sin, these Shades should cloud thee yet:  
CHORUS Though the Plains, Fame shall record,  
Held once POLINDOR, vied a Lord●    
Next (All for th' heel) their activ'st youth and art,  
To Hobois, Flutes, in Dance they did impart;  
What lofty'st friskings, Ayre-born motions there●  
As each would chiefly Inspired thus appear  
From his Beloved's Eye; would strongly boast  
To th' fonder World, gay Courts not all engrossed.  
Then straight POLINDORS' Health went dancing round  
To th' Cornet, Flute, with shouts triumphant crowned;  
Whilst rocky Hills and Woods, in eccho-fashion,  
Seemed jovial Partners joined ●th' celebration:  
Last, Nymphs, gentilest Swains (to double pleasure)  
Combined for close in sprightfull'st country Measure:  
Whilst nodding Grandsires (chanted o'er and o'er)  
Bragged this Themselves had done, times past, and More.  
Thus, on the flowery Soil, these pleased Consorts  
We lea●e again, joined in their Shepherd- sports;  
Kind Brothers of the flock, to gentle whom,  
As Sojourners, for constant dwelling come  
Peace, sober Quiet, harmless Innocence,  
There seek protecting Roofs, find shelter thence  
If any where. O praised, contented Life!  
Fr●'d from those envious Heats, that boiling strife  
Of proud and haughty Courts! their Luxury,  
Vain gorgeous Pomp, to boot! Projection-free!  
No painted Vizards worn, but th' inmost Heart  
And Brow stamped both alike! shunned glozing art!  
King's have Vnthr●n'd them for your pleasing Bliss,  
As Kings from you to mounted Thrones have rose.  
Here back to th' Cloistered Mansion, Vestal air  
Let's turn our Flight, salute that noblest Pair  
In their conjoined abode; Nun-life, estate.  
We shall not here set forth to th' full, dilate  
Those pleasant Cabins, Garden-founts, those Bowers,  
Choice shady Walks; their evening Sports, their hours  
For burning Incense, Vestal Robes, attires;  
Their Musick-consorts oft, with their Voyce-quire●,  
Rare Pencils art, their Needle's wonders, glory:  
Nor shall we number out in formal story  
Our spoused Nuns day-stoln Delights. and kisses;  
Their private Walks to th' first-viewed Fount of blisses,  
With that first Dear, adjoining, faithful Shade,  
Where new Loves sober Sweets, love-vowes repaid  
(All heightened much through former Doubts and fear,  
Now roused up by Both, recounted there)  
Last, th' Outlets' Bower: those conscious, loving Places  
Thanked kindly still, as Capable o'th' graces  
(So sweetly over-flowing's gentle Love  
Toward Founts and Trees) though rarest this, lest prove  
Observed; ALTHUSE by th' fonder Nuns, beside,  
So haunted still. Nor shall be blabbed, descried  
Nights pleasures much; conformed ALTHUSA though  
(Th' undressing Handmaids part who joyed to show)  
PLEDORA being chouched, earth's glorious Mine,  
Would but, laid down on th' blissful clothes, intwi●●  
Her daintiest Body still, Heart-fires revealing;  
Thousand Goodnights in balmy kisses sealing  
(Thousand Goodmorr●wes too) Sighs joined for close)  
As Fancy should sublimed Spirits of those  
Raise (Chymick-like) to smaller dear fruition:  
So, goes to's Trundle-bed: Dreams blest condition  
Oft Cordiall-friend to th' pining hungry Lover,  
Kind alms, relief. Soul soothed still, 'twould over  
●his Fast ere long, mean while participated  
●hose joys, preserves once swooned for, high'st-rated  
●hus at her feet, like th' sturdy Guardian kept  
That Orchard rich in Golden fruit, he slept.  
Wondrous Self-conquest (lo) both sides Renowned  
(Sweetest, worthy'st Payr!) that Mansion, grovy round  
Virgin-lodge still, though turned to loving Bowers!  
None Witness day nor night, save 〈◊〉 amorous Pow'●●.  
SOL, LUNA alone, whose first his DAPHNE chose,  
Th' other her Darling-swain; no Tell-tales those:  
Choice sports, converse, with first Love-fruits unblasted,  
ALTHUSA and the fair PLEDORA tasted.  
But yet, we shall not lest neglect, o'r-pass  
That yearly grand Solemnity, which was  
E'er long performed to th' Goddess VESTA there,  
To which, Spectators, none admitted were  
But neighbouring Virgins; joined also none  
For Actor's in't, but vowed sworn Nuns alone:  
Those Nuns of choice their Room above possessed,  
No small contentment to ALTHUSAS' Breast;  
Since else, beneath, some Shepherdess' eye  
Might have betrayed her thence (worst treachery!)  
Nor to PLEDORAS' too, since freed, excused  
By this (turned Wife) naught VESTA'S Rites abused.  
Th' whole Form thereof was thus: Ith' upper end  
Oth' Temples choir, which did with steps ascend,  
Great Goddess VESTA'S Image stood, enshrined  
Somewhat aloft; th' one hand o'th' Wall (designed  
On Arras, costly'st work) in verdant Shades  

* Same with Diana.  She seemed beheld, with all her Quivered Maids  
Hunting the Deer; how lively'st real Chase!  
On th' other hand, with Tempting, naked Grace  
Dabbling in silver Streams, proportioned.  
At foot o'th' Shrine, their hallowed ground was spread  
With Damask carpet, broad, of purest white  
And green in bordered Panes; 'fore which (to sight)  
Small Table stood, like Silken adornment wearing.  
First marched for●h th' old Reverend Priestess, bearing  
Largest white Lawn● upon whose midst displayed  
Fair Chaplet wreath, of beauteous Lilies made  
Green Laurel, mixed, froathed both in spots, like Snow;  
Fit emblems all: those Lilies seemed to show  
Ch●st Pureness there; Laurels did Freshness boast,  
Loves powerful conquest, with green Shades● wh●re most  
VESTA delights; Snow figured Virgin-cold.  
Next after her Marched single Nymph, did hold  
Small Baskets, open-work, of white and green;  
Like-ribboned, trimmed; through which (perspective-seen)  
Shined store of Lillies, Laurell-branches fair.  
Last, came th' whole Virgin-train, by comely Pair,  
In long Lawn-vails, with towered lofty dressing,  
Mixed white and green, puffed Diadem expressing;  
By each born in own hand small China dish  
Of pure●white, trembling jelly (shrouded this  
chaste Emblem too) whilst in their other showing  
Bright hallowed Censer, Incense round bestowing;  
Whose fragrant, costly Mists, th' whole ample place  
Endear, enriched at once: with solemn Grace  
Thus all Marched up (performed their Treble bow)  
Towards those Mounting steps, beneath whose brow  
Their Altar stood; where straight did hands divide,  
Falling off partly thus to either side.  
When up those steps the Priestess slowly advanced  
To th' hallowed Table, where a while Intranc'd  
She kneeling seemed; then, rousing, spread thereon  
(Devout obeisance made) that milk-white Lawn  
With purest Wreath; next, from the attendant Maid  
Those fine-wrought Lilly-baskets, took, displayed  
And ranked them all beneath that Table, round  
(Present to VESTA) on the Marble ground:  
Then, further stepped to th' Carpet strowed that o'er  
With Lilies Laurell-branches mixed store  
(Those white, green Damask panes) set forth each part  
Unlike; thus doubly Flowered, by Nature, art.  
Last, all those Nymphs stepped up, advanced bowing  
By single turns, and, each their Dish bestowing  
That mentioned Table round, beneath retired:  
During which while, those late dead walls inspired  
Through soft concealed, harmonious Music seemed▪  
Whence earthly Heave● turned, by some esteemed  
Which Music ceased, forth launching from the side,  
The comely Priestess brought of Laurel dried  
(Mixed juniper) small Faggot, girdled bound  
With Ribbons white, wherewith she stooping crowned  
Their Altar; fired the same with Spice and Gums:  
That Handmaid (Wayting-Nymph) soon after comes,  
Two beauteous Crystal Vials sweetly bearing,  
Like-formed, largest-bulked; through th' one appearing  
White Wine to view, pure Milk that other showed;  
From whose transparent Wombs distilling flowed  
Like Founts, poured forth to VESTA, as Oblation:  
During which latter Rites, in Anthem-fashion  
Those several Nymphs conjoined from either side,  
Did seem to Choir of Cherubin's allied.  

The Song was thus:  

1.  
Goddess, Silver-bow adorned,  
Golden-quivered, on whose Brow  
Silver Crescent; be not scorned  
Maiden Votaries, which Bow  
Here before thy Shrine of price;  
Hearts with Incense sacrifice:  
Gentler fashion  
Smell our Vows and our Oblation.   

2.  
Fairest Deity of shades,  
Purest-cheeked and purest Breast;  
Whom Fond Passion ne'er invades,  
Still o'er Love Triumphant, blest;  
Deign thy Servants but to s●roud,  
Amongst thy Nymphy Train allowed▪  
Greater Honour  
None here wishes heaped upon her.   

3.  
Brighter than these Lilies, Snow,  
Which are offered up 〈◊〉 thee,  
Yea, more chaste and spotless too;  
Shine propitious, grant that We  
Like our Goddess (though lesle fair)  
May be purely'st chaste as Air:  
Thus we even  
Chant thy Praise from Earth to Heaven.    
Thus, th' Anthem past, those Nymphs joined all anew,  
That Signior Nun and Priestess first in view;  
So, falling backwards all, in Payrs, with those  
First Treble bows made up their solemn Close.  
All this while sat PLEDORA as Star, on high,  
Clothed with such beauteous rays, divinity,  
As though their Goddess VESTA'S self (lesle nice)  
Were then come down to grace their Sacrifice  
(As truly Virgin too that gaudy day)  
Behind whom, closely skulked, ALTHUSA lay.  
There might she view one well-known Shepherdess,  
And there Another 'midst the gazing press;  
MARPESA (last) who late for him had Pined:  
Whom showed to th' dear PLEDORA, joged behind:  
Triumphant grown, since thus viewed all to th' full,  
From her Moon-world, self though invisible.  
We must not (Reader) here neglect, o'errun  
What good while passed (more memorable) done  
By th' Duke ARPLASTUS proved, the fair FLOSTEL  
When grown a Wanderer, short mild Farwell  
Sent him in writing, as we said; whose lines  
His Lordship viewed not without troublous signs,  
Sad, Grief●ressenting thoughts, though secret Qualm  
Which thus he turned more lightly off, overcame:  
Since, She withdrawn, no dangerous Clashing thence,  
〈◊〉 jars with th' only Minion of his sense  
Beloved COMANDRA, or his own Lust-vice;  
Dear above all: though more severely Wise,  
The Duk● unriddled i'th' worse sense her going,  
As but foul Grudge against mere COMANDRA showing  
Of whom still Fond as ere: nor (heightened Fate!)  
Wanted that Whore spite, art, to aggravate.  
Well knowing the dismal cause (black, guilty Soul!)  
Since, spent some little while, up closely stole  
Those backward-stayrs, there listening for some Groan;  
Fine Gasping Sighs; which horrid Music done  
(As she conceived) she hoped to bless her Eyes  
With fairest, daintiest Course beneath the Skies:  
She hoped, looked, till starting wildly round,  
Dead little Dog found Proxy on the ground:  
Though soon poured forth that Poisonous, Stygian●broath ●broath  
To PLUTO Sacrifice, discreetly loath  
Her devilish Stratagem should thence be known;  
Chafed, beaten her Breast, though wondrous joyed she's gone.  
Strong thoughts, th' Officious friendly Fates would do't  
(E'er long) through Hunger, deep despair to boot.  
Thus, three months wandered o'er, the Duke ARPLAST  
More thoughtful grown, devout reflections cast  
On's loved, lascivious Crime; th' ignoble stain  
Foul Blur thereof; conscentred last i'th' Vein  
Of salving all by Marriage, counting this  
Honour's Restorative, chief Virtue-peice:  
Lest kinder Hints whereof what heightening Charms  
Found, dearly'st Suckled still, between her armest  
Nor could he lose this matchless Gem; besides,  
Wanting Male-jewell, Son, the Duke confides  
Heaven would more succeed him in those chaste  
Fruitions (Rich and fertile Soil, nor past  
Youths prime, COMANDRA deemed) thus th' honest Road  
His thoughts approve, though rough and hardly trod;  
Wedding gears, Cables; joined both together  
Now th' are, indeed, no, Pompous business neither:  
'T was Secret stolen, bate some few Household eyes,  
Since no great Glorying in th' unworthy Prize:  
White honest loves, transcendent Fortunes most  
Become those Gayer forms, such gaudy boast.  
Thus had she mounted now that losty Tower,  
Those Starlike heights she aimed at; happy hour,  
FLOSTELLA since so far remote those Walls  
Thus Pest infected round! though wisely fails  
ARDINA to inform her aught, 'twould borrow  
More Coin (she deemed) t' improve her stock of Sorrow.  
But (lo) our fond and eager Muse o' relong  
Can't from that matchless Payr, amidst the throng  
Of Virgin●sisterhood ●sisterhood, be overswayed;  
Much time (howe'er) Deceased, since last survay'd:  
ALTHUSA, proving in the Evens cool  
Double-retired at once (through thoughtful Soul)  
To her own Breast, and to her Chamber too,  
Whilst most o'th' Nymphy train abroad did woe  
Choice Evening-sports (some treading round their Ma●●,  
Or 'bout their Founts, some breathed with Running plays,  
For Fishing, gathering Flowers) sat musing on  
Her pretty strange Life, fortunes, all alone;  
Sad-pleasant state, since Love's main youthful fire  
Unquenched yet, checked in her dear Desire:  
Oil poured still upon the Flame, while tasting  
Love-sallets, sweets, preserves, still hungry, Fasting.  
PL●DORA her Consort too, the more she's known,  
Beheld, still more divine-stamped Object shone  
To th' sounder Reason, beauteous more to th' Sense;  
Grieved thus, till Unioned with such excellence;  
Her Body, through her lovely Soul, made more  
Attractive, strong, though Charmed enough before:  
Yea, through her Windows too, that moment viewed,  
The Gardens clasping Woodbines, Vines renewed  
Conjugal folds resemblances; their Young  
Birds chanted o'er, as Love's effects they sung.  
Cloyed through these solemn thoughts, conceits, to those  
More Sportive strait she falls, survaying goes  
Her Female dress, in smiles, as if she had said,  
And ca●such Fires these Virgin-robes invade?  
What, lurking here? though Masque-like toys (alas)  
She-cobwebs, Mists, which naught could Sex deface,  
Damp lusty Manhood; nights especially,  
When with their sorry Spells cashiered, laid by.  
Next, Cheers up, since her blissful Freedoms hour  
Drawn nigh, and those delays i'th' Vestal Bower  
('T was thought) would primely Sweeten full Fruition;  
Recompense all with Ravishing condition.  
Thus, Sober, pleased, took down PLEDORAS' Lut●  
(At which with learned'st Masters could dispute)  
Then, gently kissing it (which seemed as 'twere  
Ambitious with ALTHUSAS' Passions there,  
To warble forth at once its Mistress praises,  
Joyful, complying) thus he gladsome chaces  
Dull moody Fogs from thence, in sweetest tones  
But soft withal, AMPHION so charmed Stones.  

Song.  

1.  
Come thou gentle Hand and Voice  
Ease my Heart,  
Let your art  
Teach even Mystic griefs rejoice;  
Riddles showing:  
Time stands bound  
To cure the Wound;  
Mean while Reason's Balm bestowing.   

2.  
Mistress of my Joys I am,  
Want them though;  
Having (lo)  
My dear Wish, am barred the same:  
Boast with pleasure  
That I Own  
The Mine alone,  
Yet not Grasp the Hoord and treasure.   

3.  
Ripest, wealth Field possess,  
Golden-eared;  
Yet, deterred  
From due Crop, Pine neretheless:  
Fancy eases,  
Dreams afford  
Sweet crop and hoard;  
Waking though new Sorrow seizes.    
This, scarcely closed, when straight comes in the sweet  
PLEDORA, wilder-looked (changed Visage, meet  
For flying DAPHNE turned) Ah my ALTHUSE,  
Said she, We're both undone. Worst, saddest news  
●hough softly breathed! Why? straight ALTHUSE replied,  
Startling; her Languaged looks since much descried,  
Tongue more: We're both betrayed (said she again)  
Lost, ruin'd Startled more ALTHUSA when,  
Speak't plainly out (replied) leave thus tormenting:  
That Nymph, said she, that Maid DUCENZA (fainting)  
What, what of her? ALTHUS A straight replies;  
Comes here tomorrow early, by Sun-rise  
(Said she again) enrolled Nun of choice  
ALTHUS A flushing strait) th' admitting Voice  
〈◊〉 passed (went further on) myself but now  
O' re-heard th' old Priestess, down by th' Founts, allow  
Grant all to th' Ancient Maid, employed by'er:  
How sighing close! which tuneful Breath, raised higher,  
PLFDORAS' too, might Sweeten seem Misfortune.  
The Case seemed wondrous hard, would doubts importune;  
For first, th' whole Maiden train obliged were  
To welcome straight (as one) New-comer there  
With Kiss salute; nor left their Virgin-cell  
Any, but gave to all last kind Farewell.  
What's more, sworn Vestal just as then (that Even)  
Died suddenly; next Morn 'twixt ten, eleven,  
Th' whole Virgin-troop were bound t' attend upon  
Her mournful Corpse, DULCENZA being one,  
All duly paired; PLEDORA thus, her Love  
ALTHUSE with joined DULCENZA last would prove:  
Which Body being interred, Assembled all  
Those Nuns of choice from thence i'th' open Hall  
(Each seated to their proper time) that place  
Of Vestal Nun being offered first (in grace)  
To th' Signior Virgin; who if chanced refuse,  
Down lower still, till reached PLEDORA, ALTHUSE,  
DULCENZA last) (ALTHUSA next above ' o)  
Who thus POLINDOR soon must needs discover  
Through ALTHUSE; since Lover's Eagle-eyes  
See tenfold, pierce those Vapour-sprinkled Skies  
More than SOL'S conquering beams, would open lay him:  
To th' Priestess and ORTHERIS both betray him.  
This, sadly told, ALTHUS A cheered her straight  
With best coined looks, and words; Their gloomy Fate  
Happy in this (alleged) her Maiden vow  
Since almost out, full Year expiring now  
That very Night, O, but RUFIN (she cried)  
Too tardy Guardian, would not there be spied,  
Nor fetch them thence next day till th' Afternoon.  
What though? (replied ALTHUSE) since, ere the Sun  
Be roused, awoke, for Flight their freedom given,  
From whose Backdoor close Passage (deigned by Heaven)  
Did lead to th' Gardens bolted Postern door;  
Whence no long Walk for them to reach TREGOR  
Next Burrough-town, RUFIN informed from thence:  
Th' old Priestess with her Nuns (most strange pretence  
Forged by him for their going) that mean while  
Feigned Paper, left o'th' Table, should beguile:  
N●r criminous Plot, convinced that Vesta, she,  
Was now no true but false Mock-deity.  
But if (sighed th' other then) No more of those  
Presaging If● (ALTHUSE replied) the close  
Transmit to Heaven; Earth and fates though cruel,  
Yet, Gods would guard howe'er their dearest Jewel.  
Thus, firm-resolved, and that whole Starry night  
Watched out, Both in their clothes, till faint Dawn-light  
Peeped smiling on them; All how slumbering, close!  
Lulled like Sleeps drowsy Babes! th' whole ample house  
Turned Charnel, mere Tomb! either's Linnen-store,  
POLINDOR'S robes, her jewell-box (no more)  
Were nimbly took, and left o'th' open Board  
Large Paper, did this feigned device afford,  

Great VESTA charged this present Night,  
By Vision, we should take winged flight  
T'her THRACIAN Temple (whispering ne'er  
Least word) so, wait her pleasure there:  
And what those awful Powers command  
frail Mortals must not dare withstand.  PLEDORA, ALTHUSA.  
Then, stealing gently forth Backdoor o'th' room,  
All night left open wide (thus, silent dumb  
That's bolt appeared) through small joined Wilderness;  
Seemed planted for their flight, Both did address  
Their Ghost-like ●●eps to th' Gardens postern-door  
(There seemed a Fount all tears, the solemn Bower  
There quiv'ring Sighed, Herbs, Flowers drooping round  
At parting) from that Door free Passage, ground  
To th' mentioned Plain beneath; which nicely'st touch  
Like softer Gales, coy sylvan Nymphs, or such,  
Paired sportive Goddesses, when, left their Skies,  
O'er th' mossy, Silken Lawns do wantonise:  
Whilst splendid PHOEBE'S cheek, but lately shining,  
Seemed now Cloud veiled as 'twere, in love combining  
To shelter wand'ring Virtue, as it flies:  
O may not th' own fair Rays, FLOSTELLAS' Eyes,  
May not their own most Violet-like Scent  
Those Feet betray. Thus, passed the Plain, they bent  
Their steps to th' green Roads, which, trod lightly through  
Both joyful bad to th' Maiden Grove Adien,  
So towards TREGOR, great Town four miles off lying,  
Far distant from the Vale, whence quick Pos● flying,  
Should fully inform RUFIN, their Lifeguard friend,  
Whose able Freeness would supply to th' end  
With generous Maintenance, saved her jewels so;  
And make him's Heir. Thus, whilst they panting go  
(TO whom also their first worthier Names we now,  
POLINDOR and FLOSTELLA, shall allow)  
Much gentler-paced, advanced further on;  
Loud Voice amazed them both, FLOSTELLA soon  
Startling through fear, least horrid stop, Surprise;  
Th' Heart quaked: POLINDOR roul'd fierce, gazing eyes:  
Till spied (by chance) thick levy Fence, between,  
Both pausing hearkened there, when straight again  
It loudly spoke; to which did answering prove  
Shrill Echo, thus:  

FLORIS and the ECHO,  — FLO. 
No wanderer no, Mad love  
〈◊〉 M●tt● is, palc Death th' Impressa;  
Ay!  EC. 
Ay!  FLO. 
Hark▪ there's thy CRESSA.  EC. 
Thy CRESSA  FLO. 
'●is she.  EC. 
●Tis she.  FLO. 
My j●y the more is:  
O do'● yet pit●y thy poor FLORIS?  EC. 
Poor FLORIS!  FLO. 
Indeed?  EC. 
Indeed?  FLO. 
Sweet, sweetest- Love-ditty!  
Say'● once again, is 't a true Pi●●y?  EC. 
Pi●●y.  FLO. 
Dearest Dear!  EC. 
Dear!  FLO. 
Thus then renew Love  
My Heart, assuage; CRESSA'S thy true-love.  EC. 
Thy true-love.  FLO. 
False never.  EC. 
Never  FLO. 
cease t' importune  
Then more, she Pities thy hard fortune.  EC. 
Hard fortune.  FLO. 
Sighs, gro●ns.  EC 
Sighs, groans.  FLO. 
O gentlest-hearted.  
Ill fare those Hands that fi●st us parted.  EC. 
Us parted.  FLO. 
Accursed.  EC. 
Accursed.  FLO. 
Who did un●old it.  
That I was here? was 't hoarse Winds told it?  EC. 
Winds told it.  FLO. 
'T was kind.  EC. 
'T was kind.  FLO. 
O do not pass me  
Dear Ghostess, sweet; but first embrace me.  EC. 
Embrace me.  FLO. 
〈◊〉 low'st shades?  EC. 
Shades.  FLO. 
Where none shall sever,  
But we shall Love, twine there for ever.  EC. 
Forever.  FLO. 
I come then.  EC. 
I come the●.   
This Voice POLINDOR knew, by th' names above,  
For FLORIS Swain gentile, whose dearest Love  
(Friends crossing still) through Fever's burning rape  
Dead 
* See 9 Poem.  Corpse become (fair Nymph, though foul mishap)  
Had turned him frantic near; truest hearted Swain!  
Thus Twilight-ghost he'd rove the distant plain  
With loud lamenting Noise, where gladly sound  
Kind Fccho moan him aught, upon that ground  
He'd Parlying stand (deep-charmed) sick Fancy pleasing,  
As heard fair CRESSAS' Voice. Whom, scarcely ceasing,  
Our Pilgrim-lovers left to's fonder play  
With's ayr-born Mistress, thus, resumed their way,  
(Much pitied though) till now, Three Miles o'th' four  
Travailed, dispatched, both chanced to progress o'er  
Fine Velvet-plain with flowery crop Bege●d;  
Through whose midst small Crystal River seemed  
To sport itself about, in wanton Mazes:  
Trees, Nature's Em'rald-bowrs, their verdant graces  
Joined from both sides the bank, Sun-fans (as 'twere)  
To th' Pearl-cheeked dancing Nymph; or seemed there  
To stand at gaze, like her intranced Lovers.  
Close by these Palms and plumed Myrtle-covers  
Their journey proved some while, chief walks delight;  
When (lo) the thundering Noise did ●oth affright  
Of Horses' hoofs, with six tall armed Men  
(Down went their Veils in haste) heard bawling then  
Loud throats, to boot: Those, those are they, they said,  
Take, nimbly seize 'em. O, we're both betrayed  
(Cried th' Aspine-trembling Lady) lost, undone:  
Sweet'st-uttered words, though breathed with mournful tone,  
Nigh swoonding. He's become Tempestuous too,  
Soul-tortured, agonized, her single Woe  
Though deeply'st Stabbed enraged his manly Breast  
(Through self-enlightning ●uilt both charged, confessed  
Prime-dismall Author on't) endured such Passion  
As felt the Load of all Mankind's vexation,  
Th' whole Globe of grief: wants useful Arms, besides  
Wherewith he might or there have bravely Died,  
Or cut her Passage through them; no escape  
(Lest glimpse) unless by wily force and Rape  
He could disarm some one, so gained a Sword:  
Though all the rest with murdering Pistols stored:  
Yet seemed this dangerous Project fixed upon,  
Freedom, or Death; these words sighed forth alone,  
Dear, hope still. Galloped up the Rout, they cried,  
Yield, or th' art dead; when from is beloved side  
She's rudely seized, Five tumbling straight on him  
Like pond'rous falling towers, as thus would seem  
By th' Press to execute, ere sentenced so:  
Their Leaders words, Here's that Male She, the Shrew,  
Fine female Youth▪ All, Bind him, bind him (crying)  
Quick, hast; worst doom it was, seemed next to Dying:  
Since being once Bound, his main Plot's frivolous.  
Sore galled Heart, sad-glancing Eyes, since thus  
Snatched from his Chief (how dearly'st-earned) Treasure▪  
Neer-grasped Delights; one Moment's plundering seizure  
Robbed all, like Gem stored Indian Vessel, split  
Ith' blissful Harbour's mouth; or, nearer yet,  
Stronger portrait, like one from Heaven hurled  
To th' Hell's Abiss. unveiled both to th' world,  
Oth' cozening Fates! This is not He (they cried)  
Nor is this She; as Bugbears, charms espied:  
Glad sounds to th' drooping 〈◊〉, jointly thus  
Wonder-revived; though (Mayd-like timorous)  
Shrewd Qualm still seized the dear FLOSTEELA'S breast,  
Whilst those continued on their rambling Quest.  
The ground was thus; ere Dawn peeped on the Globe,  
Wild, sharking, handsome Youth, through woman's Robe  
Night's shades befriended round, had stolen a Girl  
From her strict Guardian (most wealth Pearl)  
Coming acquaintance-like 'bout noon to Chat,  
As School-fellow, great Wedding there till late,  
When slunk forth (busied, dancing all) for flight:  
Though followed soon that spruce Hermaphrodite  
Stout Horsemen, strongly informed they passed these Downs;  
Both wearing too same coloured Skarves, and Gowns,  
Like-statured Both; whence all this coil descending:  
FLOSTELS close Panting-fit not easily ending.  
As for DULC●NZA though, prime cause that hour  
Of all, she came not to the Vestal Bower;  
Though had (indeed) with older Maid combined  
To sally forth that Night, whilst PHOEBE shined  
Her Virgin-guardian; so reach the Grove  
'Bout break of day: since, toiled through Tyrant-love,  
As worst of Slaveries her heart began  
To loathe it, and the World; against thoughts of Man  
That closer Bower. Nun's chaste converse, would give  
Best charms (she deemed) prove sweetest Restorative:  
Tost with Love's blustering Storms, her Bark-like breast  
Sought there for Anchorage, chief harbour of rest:  
Portion by th' Uncle left, which would maintain  
Her Nun of choice, till sworn o'th' Vestal train.  
Whose Stratagem both Parents dear descrying,  
They stopped her course, with Friends best means applying  
Mild gentlest Salves, to cure those thoughts anew;  
MENANDER whilst for Love did strongly sue;  
Much furthered by her Friends, thereby to tame  
Both this last Mood, and th' old unhappy Flame.  
As close SIRENUS sued, MARPESAS Lover.  
Thus, much rejoiced this blacker Clouds blown over  
(Though caused, as were those Vestal frights of late,  
Through vain fear, Lovers haunting Ghost, sad fate)  
On walked th' enlivened Payr to th' further side,  
Large spreading Wood, where smaller Path espied.  
When (lo) the Lady faintish grown through late  
Long watching, journey, frights, cool liquour's bait  
Much wished, desired, they thought awhile to tread  
That Path, which would perhaps more friendly lead  
To some refreshing Cell or Lodge; much lower  
(Enticed on) they found, unlatched a Door:  
Whence passed large squared Plot, strong lofty-fenced▪  
Part open, part shaded ground, 'twas place dispensed  
Much rarity for th' woods; Art, Nature where  
So linked combined, that well dressed Rudeness there  
Both might present to th' eye; or seem t' express  
Pert Loneness, cheerful, sprightly Solemnness:  
As that its chief Grace meant, delight, the easier  
To poise light Fancy grave, yield jocund Pleasure  
Sober allay; transformed to Solid, wise  
Quick Sanguin-temper, whilst dull Phlegm dries.  
Th' whole plot some Spirit Philosophic showed,  
Or as 'twould suit that working Soul; the Mode  
Such briefly, as if, with Princes daintier way  
Cloyed, tired, slunked Art had hither stole to Play.  
Anon, much more: crossed smaller Green, i'th' Nook  
Fine, pretty, larger Cell their fancy took;  
Which being approached, 'twas form all, cut out  
Oth' main entire Rock, thunder proof, as stout  
Th' Iron Doares appeared; the Walls with Vines ore-clad,  
Resembling civil Wildness, pensive, sad,  
Dampt Pleasantness; as if the Owner there  
Had thought to steal some Comfort, joy (as 'twere)  
From th' World and his own spiteful Grief, would so  
Play th' walking Ghost (ELIZIUM-plains below  
Maped in this Plot) till, th' Actour's part laid by,  
Turn real true Ghost, fold his arms and Dye.  
Entering, they met with None, yet all was Neat;  
Furnished though Plain, as seemed t' acknowledge yet  
Some Master; Table, Stool, with Chair and Bed,  
Trunk, Linnen-chest, Time's Hower-glass, Death's head:  
Wall benched, where Silver Chain● belt, Falchion hung;  
Course wooden Plate, uncobwebed Books a throng:  
Large Cupboard too, where such Cheese, Butter, store  
O● cold Baked meats, as fortnight full (or more)  
Would serve their Host, Weeks plenteous food for Two,  
New-layed in (constant Party brought it so  
Each Fortnight still, from th' neibouring Town, DERVISE)  
Close Corner lastly cabined Roots descries:  
Drink too, though pleased the Owner Nature's stray  
Fount-celler oft. Upon the Table lay  
Broad Paper, being entitled thus; The Poor  
HERMONUS Will: which thus POLIND read o'er.  
What e'er here interest, know I stood  
Once ASTORIN, of noblest blood  
Highest fortunes too; but Uncle base  
(Whose Name would fright down Daylight, raise  
Storms, Devils) BRUNDESCAR, learned in all  
Court-mischiefs, crimes, my Fathers fall  
Caused through forged Treason (rare Brother's part!  
Worth Hell's record) thus, through damned art  
Begged all's Lands, got him banished far:  
Though soon changed life with's Country-ayre,  
Small stock bequeathed me: though primed  
The Cross, my Beggars curse sublimed  
This close; That loss much fairer Prize  
Snatched from me, a Lady, in whose eyes  
Blazed Beauties Noon; t'whom th' Indies poor,  
Th' whole world mere Atom seemed, no more.  
Thus then, some jewels took, I strayed  
Earth's Maze as Pilgrim (Wind's comrade,  
Sun's fellow-travailler) that Round,  
T' outrun my dogging Griefs, or hound  
A Grave forth: Heats, Frosts vexed by turn:  
Till this Globe-pageant, lo, grand Urn  
Of all flesh viewed, with weary soles  
(Like fortunes tossed Ball between the Poles)  
My own Shore I trod; now grown Frost-bearded:  
Where spying this Nook of rest, thus guarded  
Fr●m the World's noise, I bought it mine;  
Was called HARMONUS still; SOLS s●ine  
Here many a Summer's progress cheered.  
My Body, found, see kindly interred  
In its last bed, whose Tomb to th' Cave  
Close joins; with this short Epitaph:  
Who three Worlds ranged hath, here lies;  
Love's, Sorrow's, That of Vanities.  
And in return slip down that board  
Oth' wall, ●there's twenty pound (Gold-hoord)  
Take it, and th' whole Freehold dispose  
As thine; but keep Conditions; close  
The poor HARMONUS in his Tomb,  
As hop'st to tread Elysium.  
This read, Both wondered more, since could descry  
No Creature yet; till in the Root-plot by  
(Walked forth) did handsome Tomb (yet open) view,  
Lodged in the side o'th' Cave; what stranger too,  
One lying in't, all-cloathed, as newly Dead:  
Most reverend Lump of Age, whose hoary Head,  
Beard snowy Alps appeared, stiff, frozen-limbed;  
Being that HARMONUS Corpse, the which (it seemed)  
(As Both by Covenant were strongly tied)  
Death softly whispering, had lain down and Died.  
Which viewed, our Noblest Couple, after some  
Kind Tears, meet pious duties closed the Tomb  
Of their old Father straight; received as given  
This pretty small Love-grange a Boon from Heaven,  
Sweetest sheltering Fort; although Light-horse were bound  
To Scour these Parts, that Vestal coast oft round  
Calm as the quiet Spheres, so that a Girl  
Might wander safe, unrifled, bearing Pearl:  
So Close reserved besides, no Shepheard-swains  
Haunted this Coast, nor trod the Neighbouring Plains,  
How various (lo) those Mystic folds of Fate!  
Blessed happy love succeeds Unfortunate.  
Wood-bordring Woman too there was, did look  
To th' Cell sometimes, dead Palsy whom then struck.  
Thus, entering Cell again, ALTHUSA straight  
Vanished for Sex to air, full manly State  
POLINDOR reassumes (i'th' open Chest  
Found comely Robe, which long since did invest  
Young, generous ASTORIN) whilst smiled FLOSTEL;  
Whose Man's robes, Falchion, that Chain-belt so well  
Bedecked his Person round, there seemed to move  
In one (she thought) both God of War and Love.  
Next, Cordial waters drunk, took good Repast  
Oth' Hermits pleasing food, which when did waste  
RUFIN would all supply; perhaps procured  
No Place by him as yet, thing unassur'd  
(Nor would he Wonder more, but deem some Fright  
Caused this Concealment, as their former flight)  
Mean while on Heaven themselves, their faith they roll.  
This Breakfast done, POLINDORS craving Soul  
Tongue both (since tossed as yet i'th' Lover's Ocean)  
Were 'bout to ask new Sweets; though damped that Motion  
The faint, ore-drooping Lady's Appetite  
To rest (Himself but drowsy too, scarce right)  
Her Watch, sore frights, and journey thought in reason  
Bad Friends to Loves more advantageous season:  
Thus, th' Iron-door being fast, securely closed,  
Both down upon that Hermit's Bed reposed  
Joint sleeping Partners thus, their arms entwined;  
More wealth then in SOL'S circuit there confined.  
Come gentlest God of sleep, most fair behold  
Of all thy drowsy Empire, bind, enfold  
Their yielding Senses (silken Cordials are  
Those pleasing Bands) come, Kiss this lovely'st Payr  
To downy Quiet, Bathing first their Eyes  
In slumbers Essence, Soul whilst waking lies;  
Through Dreams in part those joys to come portraying:  
No Noise cause Rapes upon their Rest, dismaying.  
Thus, each (bright living Course) paid Natures due;  
Thus slept they, glorious whilst they slept (to view)  
Sweetest Innocence Twofold Picture there:  
POLINDOR (cloyed) if chanced to waken ere,  
Her Eye lids closed, would Wink again, as he  
Wooed, courted Sleep, to bear her company;  
Not stealing softest Kiss, lest, Guilty so  
(Love-crime howe'er) of Sin, disturbance show.  
Thus slumbered they, till flown through Signs of heaven  
Many winged posting Hours, to six i'th' even  
When both Awoke. The joyed POLINDOR now  
Most blithe and fresh (transported through that Vow  
Cloudlike blown o'er) with dear Embrace, kisses,  
Begun to claim (indeed) Conjugal blisses:  
To which again, how sweetly'st blushing, she  
(Smiles mixed) replied; My Lord, I now am free  
('Tis true) from shackling Vows confessed beside  
By Marriage Yours; thus, shall not least provide  
Coy shifts, gainsay your Pleasure; yet my Suit  
Would move Once more (part faintish still to boot)  
That you would Grant me but three Hours alone,  
Till shady Night, this Bed we slumbered on,  
Might shrowded my Bashfulness: my dearest Lord,  
Shall I obtain this? smiled, each sugared word.  
Which answered then POLIND; Thus still you do  
Torment a Lover, Sweet: If't should be so,  
My Lord (said she again) I've done; no more▪  
But dearest, then said he (withal forbore  
Scarce smiles) shall not that Grant be censured, thought  
Dull coldness in my Blood? or styled ought  
Want of Affection in me? Loathsome, either:  
O no, my Lord (she cried) I vow, thought neither,  
But rather deemed your Love, through wished complying  
With my Girls humour thus: To which replying  
Naught more, but sigh, straight leapt he from the Bed,  
As from that Gorgon, snake, Temptation fled  
(Though much convinced indeed by Fancies power,  
Her special Mood, kind daintier Garb that hour  
In Bed, would give Compleatest satisfaction)  
When she rose too: Thus, Roused and fresh for action,  
Both Walked forth, pleased with their new Prospect, air;  
Where we must leave awhile this Hermit-payr.  
Now glance we back upon the Vestal Bower,  
And what there passed: Next morn, that solemn Hour  
For th' Vestal Nun dispatched, th' Interment-rites  
(Next business being for Choice) whilst to all Sights  
(Though called) ALTHUSA and PLEDORA lost;  
Some nimbler Nymphs by th' way were hurried post  
To th' Chamber-door; where calmest Silence found,  
Naught Whisper, they jointly progressed round  
To their Backdoor; wide Yauning that did show  
Two chaste Birds fled, th' Air left their Tenant, lo.  
All wondered; when the old Priestess comes, espies  
Oth' board that Paper, reads with all four eyes▪  
(Those glistering glazed Recruits) oft roul'd at heaven;  
Ill-faced devotion 'twas, whilst jointly given  
No small heed, reverence by th' younger Crew,  
Flocked round about her then, as though there blew  
Some sacred Whirlwind; just like Charmed things  
She th' old Inchantress proved. Grief, sorrow stings  
Most Maiden breasts (alas) yea so far were  
Some junior Nuns of choice, grand Zelots there  
(Unsworn to th' Place yet) moved therewith, transported,  
That, what through jealous thoughts their Goddess sor●ted  
More Honours, favours to that THRACIAN Bower  
(In part withdrawn from hence) so Dear that hour  
PLEDORA also esteemed, ALTHUSA too;  
Those Girls would needs like Lady-errants go  
For th' THRACIAN realm: Till loud th' old Priestess cried  
(Joined with more settled Nuns) That this employed  
(Well-weighed) but mere their own fantastic Dream,  
No heaven-born Vision: Next, informed them,  
How Fond these thoughts, since VESTA'S Deity  
Filled all her Bowers alike; nor could they spy,  
For pleasures choice Map, such transcendent Piece,  
Like Virgin- mansion though they travailed Greece:  
Whose Foundress with the lasting glory died  
Of Queen and Maid; now doubtless Stellified.  
So, progressed o'er the whole; which, since so much  
Concerns FLOSTELLAS' Blood, descent, we'll touch.  
This Princess, Queen, great heir to th' CYPRIAN Crown  
Times past was born, whose Sceptre with renown  
Oft Females swayed, enjoyed; PERSANDRA named:  
One Sister more there was, by nature claimed  
Her part i'th' royal Blood, royal record,  
BERCINTHE this: But vile usurping Lord  
Oth' Blood, called PHORBAN, Slain to th' Kingly race  
(Though huge in Factions power and Wealth did blaze)  
Reached at the Throne; &, having slain through Treason  
Their gallantest Father first (choice fittest season)  
PERSANDRA then 'bout year and quarter old,  
Soon grasped the Crown; that Circle of thorny Gold,  
Royal Head-guive: though next in bloody chase  
Her Life appeared, this Blossom nipped (alas)  
By frosty Death, must raise advance his Spring.  
Which Mischief justly feared (since Brooding thing  
Vile Treason found, one Crime but spawns another)  
By th' wretched and most indulgent Queen, her Mother,  
CLARVESIA called; she suddenly convays  
This elder Female Comfort of her days,  
Chief princely CYPRIAN branch from Tyrant's Sword  
(Th' half dearest Remnant of her murdered Lord)  
Nurse privy too't, to most transcendent Peer,  
Styled good LORELE. What bowels yearnings there,  
Tears, mixed Sighs! what clasping folds and Kisses!  
How called she back again her parting Blisses,  
Wept sobrest new Farewells! till, at the last,  
Cried, Take't away; though followed then in haste  
To th' Threshold, Door, how Kissed, embraced it there!  
Forth then Nurse slily stole, as Voyage ' 'twere!  
For th' air that Evening, with her Infant-gem  
To woody Plain adjoined, where stayed for them  
Both Coach and six tall Horses from LORELE;  
Which comely'st Matron bare, known Party well  
To him (since proved his Keeper's Wife indeed)  
Who, gently cheering it, with trusty speed  
Received that Royal charge, by joint accord:  
Informed though, 'twas Orphan, kin to th' Lord:  
So, towards straight her shady Lodge she flies  
Far off remote; where full Commands, supplies  
Were given her by LORELE, for choicest training,  
Though now new-stampd, CHLORINDAS' Name retaining.  
Nurse back to th' Castle again (as was desired)  
Unseen, secure, through Gloomy walks retired;  
Where, fitly joined her Fellow nurse, that Night  
Small mournful Coffin (lo) by Torch's light  
Was carried forth, as though the Babe had died  
Of some strange Pest, by th' royal Mother's side:  
The Queen much heightening all through grief sick-browd,  
Locked up upon't; thus, speedy'st Grave allowed:  
Whose faithfullest Nurse soon after (plot unknown)  
To th' mentioned Lodge▪ and little Lady's gone:  
Next Morn, her Infant-sister, last eyesore  
To th' wakeful Tyrant, was packed down to Shore,  
With second Storm of dismal Sighs and Tears,  
Woes second part; like Mother's yearnings, fears,  
Close foldings, kisses, secret heart-bemoanings,  
Since thus given up to th' Wind & Wave; what groan,  
Vows, prayers made! that sweetest Innocence  
Might (charmed Sea-tyrants too) escape from thence.  
Thus, down the Havens stream with tenderest Nurse  
She's Launched forth, as though some shorter course  
(For ayering, health) to country Grange below;  
Where GRECIAN Merchant, being ordered so  
By th' Lord LORELE his friend, took both aboard  
For ARCADY; where Brother to that Lord  
(Lines sent) as then become chief Favourite,  
Her faithful Guardian proved, she his Delight:  
Called CHLORIFLEUR: which Infant not returning,  
'Twas noised, conceived, some Pirat-theeves (that morning  
Did scour in truth those Watery Roads) had drowned.  
As for this Last, from rich ARCADIN bound  
K●nd sails and winds glad News transported oft  
To th' Lord LORELE; yea, sweetest Epistles brought  
(So soon as CHLORIFLEURS small daintyer hand  
Could Limb but letters forth, small Pen command)  
Wrapped up in his; her Mother's highest degree  
But Baroness, informed, called MELIDE:  
Nor knew that Merchant more (lest blabbed, descried)  
But that some noble Orphan 'twas, Allied.  
As for CHLORINDA though, Fates, milder grown,  
Gave her oft private V●●ws, in clouds unknown  
(Stolen joys delightful too, most dear to thought)  
Since visiting by fits that Lady oft  
Of good LORELE as friend (SICAMBE named)  
Whole Month sometimes (whose Council not disclaimed)  
They two would frequently to th' Park repair  
Mile's distance off, as though for th' Evening air  
(Choice gallant Prospect 'twas beside) well Coached;  
Which having pranced round, th●ir Lodge approached,  
They'd enter still for easeful Bait, the Queen  
Her small CHLORINDA thus (brought always in  
By th' Nurse, as for SICAMBES only view)  
Fondlily'st enjoyed. First glance on it 'tis true,  
Just cross the Court she spied it Didling go,  
Whence inmost bowels seemed to roll; but O,  
The Mother's tenderest Garb and melt o'er  
Her harmless Babe (Nurse standing by, no more)  
What Joy-grief-medley there! what tears and smiles!  
Shower, mixed Sunshine! how embraced the while,  
Hug'd, kissed it oft! when clasping her again  
The gentle Babe, now sober-tempered, then  
Smiling as much, till Wept (poor heart) at last  
For solemn Company; full sorrows blast  
When Sighed forth the dear o'ercharged Mother:  
What Babble (last) begun from th'one to th' other,  
'Twas pretty rare Sight, caused thence to rise  
Sad pleasure i'th' Beholders dewed eyes.  
She Wept, yet weeping though she blesses Heaven,  
Since lives and safeties both at once were given  
To her poor Orphan-brood; what's more, so Kind,  
That Oneone of them's i'th' Arms just then entwined.  
The Girl as elder grew, discerning more,  
Reverse the Queen her cautious Passions wore,  
Turned inward; strove by secret art to smother;  
Though when must play the fond indulgent Mother,  
Such Buddings seen of Wit, and choice perfection,  
As well as Beauty, growth, then, sad reflection  
On th' murdered Father, injured Child's estate,  
She'd whisper gentle Sighs; or, turning straight,  
Weep forth kind hasty Shower (as 'twere) by stealth,  
Oft in some corner dropped the Liquid wealth,  
Those molten Pearls: then, having cleared the Sky,  
Toyed, Chatting-game renewed, till th' busy eye  
Of sweet CHORINDA marked at length, perceived:  
Who asked her Nurse (though whimperingly grieved)  
What was the Cause that Lady wept for so.  
Nurse told; Her murdered Lord enforced that Woe;  
Two little Daughters also lately dead,  
Th' one much resembling her, which likewise bred  
Strange Love, affection to her. Said the Child;  
I know not, but methinks (than sweetly smiled)  
I love her (Nurse) far more than she loves me,  
Nor can I rest least satisfied, till she  
New hugs me, till she kisses me anew;  
Feign would I dwell with her. The good DORU,  
YE are not yet old nor big enough, replies.  
Ah, said the Child again with beaming eyes,  
But I could talk with her, and find her Play  
Howe'er, I hope: Thus passed that part o'th' day.  
Though, growing bigger yet, th' enlarged Queen  
Herself would say, whilst kissed embraced between,  
Your Mother (pretty one) intruth was crowned  
Dear to me, Sister-like, th' especial ground  
You share this kinder Love; although you do  
Revive to th' thoughts my buried Daughter too  
Most like the First (twain once this Womb producing)  
Thus, Love with Sorrow both at once infusing.  
To which replied that royal Bud (anon)  
With pleasing'st grace; Would heaven that she alone  
(Madam) survived yet, that I might prove  
Her humble Handmaid. Showering tears of love  
In smiles, No sweet (replied CLARVESIA then)  
you'd Maid of honour prove perhaps to th' Queen.  
'Bout eight years old, to th' Lord's own house transplanted  
(As near of Blood) she was, which Courtlike vaunted,  
Since made this Princely'st jewels Cabinet;  
Now seemed CLARVESIAS Joy almost complete.  
Thus, growing on, at full Ten years (no more)  
Choice April's early Blooms her Cheeks they wore:  
Till, mounted up to th' gallant pitch, Fifteen,  
Grown Woman-ripe as then, true Princess, Queen  
Blazed in her sunny eye, Breathed from her breast,  
Both Coined as 'twere for empire; Beauties crest  
Her brow presents, with Honour's glorious Throne:  
When straight her Mystic Birth's discovered, shown  
In private room, LORELE, CLARVESIA by  
(Fittest time) But O the various Ecstasy,  
Bosome-intrancements, folds that very hour!  
Smiles, kisses, tears! Joy showed its sovereign power  
In th' One, at first; Joy, wonder in the Other;  
Grief shortly both in Daughter though and Mot●er  
Proved equal rule, through th' envious wrongs of Fate,  
The Virtue, worthy'st Passion shown in that  
Prime Scene of nature (Reader) fancy may,  
Much nimbler than my Pen, to th' full Portray.  
And now the good LORELE begun to groan,  
Till saw PERSANDRA deck her Father's Throne;  
His Soul grown Pregnant, big (as 'twere) did prove  
With loyal thoughts of equity and love  
towered so bright Innocence: as meetly just,  
To th' Queen erelong, some greater Peers of trust  
Unclasped his inmost Breast (took solemn Oath)  
Then, private Views of her, conversings both  
Afforded them; so Princelike those esteemed,  
All Wept, they wept; at once transported seemed  
Their eyes and ears, Engaged too their Hearts.  
Wise Agents felt (as 'twere) by secret arts  
The People pulse (propound, What if alive  
Their Princess, Queen? found quick and strong, they drive  
Most boldly and undaunted on, took field;  
Next following Year that barbarous Tyrant killed  
In Battle, sunk through ease and weakening pleasure:  
Won's proud Metropolis, chief hoard of treasure,  
Three parts o'th' Kingdoms four, whilst still the rest  
(Some Haven-towns) his sturdy Heir possessed.  
Thus reigned PERSANDRA as the Cyprian Sun,  
Till PHOEBUS too his yearly course had run;  
What time the worthy'st Queen CLARUESIA dies,  
Gave up her Soul to heaven, whose drowsy eyes  
(Their lids fair Curtains to this worldly Light)  
Both Daughters closed in death; her Youngest delight  
Late come from ARCADY, where gallant Lord  
Espoused had: she, back returned aboard  
(Of whom more shall be said anon) Behold,  
CLARUESIA being set, dark Clouds unfold.  
That Tyrant's haughty Heir, most Lion-stout  
As subtle, boldly staked at one last 'bout  
His utmost All; took field, pitched Battle tries;  
Through churlish Fates, or human treacheries  
Shattered ere long, disjointed all her Power:  
PERSANDRA flying to Port-town, that hour:  
Whence with a monstrous Mass of treasure, there  
Laid up against thundering Storm, of late (the Peer  
LORELE her Guardian) trusts to foaming Seas,  
Since Land unkindest proved; through gentlest these  
Soon reached th' Arcadian shelter, thither came:  
Purchased this goodly Place, this Grove of fame,  
Tall Temple (lastly) Mansion-bow'r admired  
Gave up to VESTA'S honour, use; retired,  
Weary of earth's soon-fading Tinsel glory,  
As VESTAL Nun she closed her Royal Story.  
Here Sister, here trained up, did Morn-like rise  
Th' unequalled Joy and wonder of all eyes,  
Monopoliser of all Manly hearts  
As woman's beauty, Courtier turned (choice parts)  
Crowned there She-miracle, was Styled alone  
Lovely, excelling: whether being gone,  
Placed 'bout the Queen, she took a mighty Lord  
Love's Prisoner, joined both by chaste ●ccord;  
From whence ARPLASTUS and FLOSTELLA sprung:  
And thus true Royal heir the Ladies sung,  
As from BERCINTHE to that CYPRIAN Crown.  
Thus to PERSANDRA (her Aunt far off) renown  
To th' female Sex had raised as 'twere this Place  
(In part) through gentlest providential grace  
For her exposed Niece, as shelter, duty  
To lost forsaken Virtue, wand'ring Beauty.   

POLINDOR, AND FLOSTELLA. The THIRD BOOK.  
THe Reader now does seem (methinks) t' accuse  
And charge with heavy Gild my bashful Muse;  
Since his, with poor POLINDORS Longing fit  
Lesle Pitied by me, unrelieved yet:  
Th' Hour's near at hand, as though betimes befriended  
Nights shades the Bridesgroom's wish; whose Supper ended▪  
Both walking forth for second bout, awhile;  
POLINDOR straight with pleasing Task and smile,  
Undressed those Flowery banks (which seemed grown proud  
Their fragrant Tresses th' honour were allowed  
To serve flowers beauteous Queen) th' unspoyled place  
Rich-stored with them: Whence, with triumphant grace,  
He guarded in th' All-tempting Bride, at door  
Kiss-welcome given her. Then's ransacked o'er  
That Linnen-chest, where daintiest Persian sheets,  
With whom for silken braveness sprucely fits  
Green Satin Quilt, by th' Hermit brought from IND;  
Their Bridal Bed's dispatched, the joyed POLIND  
Chief Agent there, still truly'st styled Brides-groom,  
Next, strowed with ●aunseys round th' adorned Room,  
Rose-decked the lovely Bed;  
Last, nimble Brides-mayd turned (i'th' Bower well-bred)  
In part undressed her, brisk t' uncobweb so  
That choicest cased Pearl: disclouded (lo)  
Like Shot Star straight into her Bed she glides:  
Then he, as though some Harness gauled his sides,  
Stiff, bu●ly Male, straight vanished forth his clothes,  
Which like to Tinder, Vapours, lightly blows  
Off from him; seized his gallant Egle's prey,  
That divine jelly, sweetest AMBROSIA:  
Locked in her arms like Earthly Sun and Moon,  
Or rather style them Male and Female Sun:  
Whose Beauties blest his Optic sense (through dear  
Officious Twilight) partly glimmering there  
Much like the Morn, with sweet and sparkling Graces;  
So twinkle Diamons' in gloomy places;  
Transporting Fancy more through th' active Eye,  
Touch, both at once, whence doubled extasie●  
Both now prepared to practise, real fashion  
(What late but Promised, vowed) Self-resignation;  
Their true love coupling Souls conjoined too  
As well as Body's modelizing so  
In one Compound, all human excellence.  
POLINDOR'S ready now to reap from thence,  
For all Love's Toils, the blissful Harvest treasure,  
Yea, r●●p in One bound up all Bridal Pleasure  
Sweetest ere enjoyed, summed up in her Alone:  
Where leave them to those Mystic joys, unknown;  
Too High for any else to know, or dare  
To comprehend, unless th' Immortal Payr  
Love's Goddess, VENUS, with her amorous Son,  
Which moved these Fires; to those be th' honour done:  
None else Presume to reach their Height, lest be  
Confounded through Despaired felicity.  
Next, leave them Both for slumbering, soft Reposes,  
Till th' early Morn her pleasing smiles discloses;  
Whose Dreams may those advance, yet heighten more,  
Seem Visions of past Sweets, enjoyed before.  
And now, AURORA her blushing Cheek reveals  
Through th' Chrystall-arched Porch, like our FLOSTELS  
Saluting Handmaid, strowed the Morning Sky  
With Roses, Violets (which seemed to the eye  
Grand Bridal Roof) as to her special Honour;  
Shades fume like fled, that Sun might gaze upon'er,  
Doing last homage, beg reflection from  
Her Royal beams; when wakened the Brides-groom:  
And viewed his Bride (still lovely'st) sleeping there  
Couched like the Day, all beauty thus (as 'twere)  
Interred in slumbers; gentlest spicy Gale  
Whilst breathed forth, came Whispering from the Vale  
Of Temple (as 'twere) her Paradisian Breast.  
Then slunk he down for tedious hour's feigned rest;  
She's sleeping still: when, stolen soft eyrie Kiss  
(How dainty, nice) with cast-up eyes for this  
To Heaven skulked down for second Winking fit.  
Then, softly roused, sealed gentler Kiss, sealed yet  
Kind second, Eagrer third; Sleep Alarm Brooks  
No more, she Awoke; dressed with such new-coined Looks  
Of pritty'st, bashful Wonder just then seeming  
(Strange-sweet withal) as part transformed, or dreaming:  
Then veiled within his Conscious Bosom straight  
Smiles, blushes both, found best protection, that:  
Rare-scean! whilst smiled th' o'erjoyed POLIND, grown Proud,  
Whole Nature's Treasury at once to shroud.  
Wood-chanters, wishing Bridal joy (as 'twere)  
Chirped forth their shrill Goodmorrowes, parched there  
Quite round the Bower; whilst Satyrs nimbly danced.  
theyare up Both now, and ready both; advanced  
VENUS ADONIS-like (since walking leisure)  
Close-armed, entwined, to take their Morning pleasure.  
And here, by parcell-fits, we shall portray  
Limb forth the place; That mentioned Ground, which lay  
Before the Cell, was form large Long-square;  
●th 'midst like form Pond there stood, most fair,  
Glass-cheeked, as if well pleased grown (to th' eye)  
Since no Rough-mannered Wind could enter nigh  
To hoist and vex her Stream. Here often would  
POLINDOR Angling sit, o'erreached, controlled  
With fair false bait (grand cheating-game o'th' World)  
Th' o'er hasty, credulous Fish, who greedy hurled  
Takes himself Prisoner there: the unkind deceit  
LOSTELLA smiled at, Such stranger Feat  
(Says) caught her Heart; whilst on the embroidered Bank  
Sits gathering Flowers, whose eyrie moved Rank  
Seemed Bowing crave her hand, Pant sweetly (as 'twere)  
Till from th' course under-soyl transplanted were  
TO her Breasts fair Eden. These she smiling shows,  
And draws oft by the loved POLINDOR'S Nose,  
T' afford him fragrant part, would to and from  
Play th' Wanton with his Smell; who does bestow  
Kind Kiss, for thanks, upon the hand did wave them,  
Pronouncing, 'Twas her sweetest Touch that gave them  
Those choice perfumed Breathes, power 'bove their own:  
When she would Box his faulty Cheeks anon,  
And say, He mocked her. Throws in tossing sport  
Fish at him, pearly scaled, which could not hurt  
Because she darted them; though now and then,  
Through wilful purposed Error, seized again  
Their former moist Abodes, her pity freeing  
That poor enthralled Wretch: the which he seeing,  
Straight pretty Anger feigns, when Careless she  
(Cross) throws in more; then would POLINDOR be  
Revenged upon her Lips, and those must do  
For th' Hands wished penance oft. Next th' Angle (lo)  
Was reached presented to'er, when harmless she  
Seemed loath to Learn th' unpleasing Treachery:  
Yet practised she, at each unskilful miss  
The Forfeit was confirmed a Treble Kiss;  
Who now, more ignorant, still miss more,  
As meant to make such kind Love-forfeits store:  
Indeed, how could the Lady choose? for why,  
Th' enamoured Fish (most part) still gazing lie  
On the fair Angler, toyish grown, forget  
To bite the simple Worm, their Pearl-eyes set  
On daintiest Lips: what wonder, these Love-shaken?  
The Master-angler (long before) was taken.  
Round this long-squared Pond fair Bank was raised,  
Like low green Terrace, sides thereof being praised  
Through well-set shady Trees, yet ordered so,  
As that each Third did beauteous Fruit-tree grow;  
The which to th' rest like Gem enamell'd showed:  
Th'whole Clump might well resemble an Orchard-wood;  
'Twas various, Sweet, whose toothsome fruits not wanted  
Tempting beholders eyes and taste, like painted  
Gay Courtesans; how plump! though Virgin-brows  
Seemed yet forced to wear, on th' loaden boughs  
Kissed but by PHOEBUS Beams (none hither swarving)  
It looked like Nature's Closet of preserving:  
Unless those wand'ring Fairies now and then,  
Borrowed some Dish, to serve their dapper Queen  
Her Big-grown longing, Cherry or so; great Pear,  
Plump Apricock would furnish th' whole Court cheer  
(Those nicest Elvish stomaches) oft 'twas found,  
Where their small Feet had danced some Antic Round.  
Lo, here's our blissful- Couples chosen Walk,  
Where they oft progressed round entwined, would talk  
Of their first frosty Moods, ore-coy disdain  
(Though several causes heightened much the Vein)  
LOVE'S pardon asked; devou●ly'st Sacrifice  
How many Ambrosiac Kisses 'fore his eyes!  
Those Love's small Offerings! would freely then  
Pluck dangling Fruits, than walked, and then again  
●luck'd more; when (sportive) out of wanton play,  
Th'heart-plundering Amorist would steal away  
Some Cherry from her Cherry-mouth, does so  
Cozen her fo●der Taste; then would make show  
To offer one more choice, but then again  
Deludes her whitest Hand reached forth in vain;  
Thus, mocks his heavenly Fair; who, to requite,  
When he would (sober) give, in pretty spite  
Would (Sullen) none; When he must make her Eat,  
So, kindly gratified that Taste which yet  
Had so Abused. Both cloyed, the Youth would seek  
(Compared) to shame the Cherry by her cheek;  
And next, those purely'st blushing Corans hold  
Nigh to'er, Smiled when, th' whole Bunch controlled  
By her fresh Lip: last flouting business, jests  
Upon the silken Peach, felt with her Breasts  
Not soft, not sleek at all: here boasting shows  
Heav'n-plant, or Tree of Paradise to those.  
On either side this Bank, green velvet Flat,  
Whose midst bore Thickets smaller maze; 'twixt that  
And th' Bank Full thorough-view▪ broad space designed  
(Four quarters thus) though linked to th' Fence behind:  
Form just Half-Ovall framed; i'th' further part  
Lodged Sylvan rocky Fount, where Nature, Art  
Conjoined, both Founders seemed, but wild, oregrown  
Small carved Wood-nymphs naked (though) clearly shone  
By th' Streams beneath, with wind-dishevelled Hair:  
On th' top skulked lecherous Satyrs seemed to stare,  
Actaeon like, their horns and hoofs descried;  
Though no Coy-browed Diana there espied.  
Off f●om their open Flat, too wanton rays  
Whilst Sol on fair FLOSTELLA darts, displays,  
T' avoid his hot unpleasing Courtship, hither  
She'd fly for Levy screen; where both together,  
Close-couched by th' Mossy Rock, took pleasure there  
To see their Fount weep forth itself (as 'twere)  
With kind of bubbling moans: Such for thy sake  
Was I once (said the Lord POLIND) did make  
Those teary Plaints. Th'heaven-loved FLOSTELLA when  
Replied; W●at pity she had not Treasured then  
Those drops for Neck-pearl, wrist! When gentlest he  
Must kiss for her kind Flout, again, as she  
Boxed him before. Then would she sing, rejoice  
POLINDOR'S glad Ear with th' enchanting Voice;  
At which all's glad, seemed Soul'd, inspired anon,  
Stones, Statues, Trees; th' ORPHAEAN Lyre outgone▪  
Th'air's Road hushed, yea, though blu●●ring storms had filled  
Th'whole empty Round, 't had those Ayr-bedlams stilled  
Only their Fountain seemed yet weeping more,  
As Voice on's pearly-streamed Nymph it bore.  
When young POLINDOR straight (grown wanton now)  
Mock-passions quaintly framed, with angry brow  
Threatened that Voice (as 'twere) that Syren-tongue,  
Whom charged with Soul-rapes design: ere long  
Quarrelled with th' Eye, that guilty'st checked, upbraids  
With Black-art, dangerous Wildfire, Look-granades;  
Challenged LOVE'S throned self, that there did sit,  
Though in his heart asked humble Pardon yet.  
Her ruby Lips, as Heartblood stained, accuses,  
No smaller Crime, when suttlest Vengeance uses;  
As though their Crimson die would force again,  
Kiss-smother them: Th' admired FLOSTELLA when,  
Would sportingly quit Score, most prit'ly Arraign  
Each of his Guilty Features o'er again:  
Yet still their mortall-seeming Difference ends  
At kissing-grapple, both made closest Friends.  
Here in these gloomy Shades (with th' other) o●t  
They Dined, they Supped; their warbling Minstrels brought  
Those plum'd-coat Songsters, chanting Nightingale,  
Shrill Blackbird, jolly Thrush: which should prevail  
In favour, straining, round their organ-throats:  
Whose Base supplied the Fountains bubbling notes:  
POLINDOR Butler seemed (Cook useless shows,  
Since cold food, Summer) Lips for Sweetmeat close.  
At either end o'th' Bank i'th' Flat, between  
That and the fence (good spaces left) was seen  
(across) short closer Walk; each verdant side  
Stood comly'st planted Row, those being beside  
All Trees of shade, select, though various found;  
Palms, Myrtles, Cypress, thus proved shade Compound:  
Yet, taught their ranged-order too, so growing,  
That every Third's the same, like form showing.  
Hither would walk sometimes the fair FLOSTEL,  
'Midst Noon-day-blazes, from th' Adjoining Cell  
Or Tarras-mount (whilst, pressing thus the Grass,  
'Twould rising seem to Strut again, as 'twas  
Proud kissed her Foot) the lowly place Sun-proof:  
Both pleased for change beneath that Bow'ry roof▪  
There oft spent th' Evening too, POLINDOR'S head  
Couched on her daintiest Lap; when she would breed  
His silken longer Locks, then jointly hold  
All close to's Head in some conceited Fold,  
Much like her own, the faces prospect seen,  
Cries out; How well herself the Man had been,  
But he the Woman! who with mirth replies,  
So one the Man become, blessed Destinies!  
The, all her former, busy, pleasing Pains  
She soon undoes again, nor Smile refrains;  
Th' enlarged Hair leaped from her hand so quick  
To sportive Curls anew, like wanton Trick,  
As 'twould again be played with: Stroking when,  
She'd Curl, uncurl by turns; would now and then  
Give him light gentler Twitch, though then must Kiss  
In kind amends, as 'twere: and as for this  
Bowed down her Nimble Head, POLINDOR thought  
The Skies had fallen to th' earth, and two Stars shot:  
So heavenly seemed that Face, those sparkling Eyes  
So bright, so sudden (last) the Surprise.  
Love-stories then they'd tell; some smaller store  
FLOSTELLA had, though Truths, and conned before  
Knew squeamish Vestals; these the Lady told  
With such choice winning countenance, did unfold  
With so kind Sympathy (to please) as though  
Herself that Lover were, did sadly'st blow  
Those Sighs from her: so musically streamed  
Each Passion forth, so true, POLINDOR seemed  
Now fallen in Love again, transported so,  
Forgetful, he again could Sighs and WOO.  
When (last) they'd chant their own, whose briefer Story,  
Conjoined with others, well might claim a glory  
In CUPIDS Chronicle (they thought) so full  
Of winding rare chance, pretty Miracle:  
With which POLINDOR'S Tongue and fondling Ear●  
Seemed so well pleased, by fits, Soul lulled as 'twere  
(Her Breast the downy Pillow) glides it now  
Into that World of Slumber, knows not how:  
Which seen FLOSTELLA straight with Charm-like Song  
Bound his Sense faster (double bands) nor long  
Sung sweetest Cherubin) thus prime Baloo,  
But gentlest Self, that might companion show  
To her dear Lord POLINDOR, slumbering bows.  
Who (constant Youth) as Love's victorious Vows  
Should conquer sleep and Death▪ dreams of his Fair  
FLOSTELLA; thinks he had lost his sovereign Star  
Sometimes, through Cloud; his Dove-mate vanished gone:  
Thence grasp her precious Waste, by which alone  
Waked both himself and her: Who sober Smiled,  
To view her Darling-lord so thought beguiled,  
Fancy-fooled (as she deemed) much joyed to see  
His vehement Love: far more rejoiced he,  
She found so safe, secure; and tells her o'er  
His ominous Dream, part-known to her before.  
Thus lived they like that first most blessed Payr  
Of Innocence, th' whole World did jointly share  
In this small corner, parcel, shared at lest  
Love's rich stored Indian world ('twas wedding Feast  
Of full and freest sweet now) envied none,  
Since they thought th●y ●ngrossed all Alone.  
Here that prime Payr of loving Shepherdesses  
Revisit we; 'Twas thus; Friends oft addresses,  
Kind strongly'st pleaded Suits, being overpast  
seven or eight days, such Influential taste  
Found with D●LCENZA, so (glad, lucky'st season!)  
That Fancy veiled (at length) in part to Reason,  
Gave yielding way; she had eyes and ears again  
For solid counsel, dreaming though till then.  
So that not only gained to her access  
Those frequent Amorous Love-embassages,  
MENANDER'S Lines; regarded, courting Lute,  
Which gave t' her windows oft sweet Morn-salute;  
But likewise Visits too (though meanly graced)  
With moody'st tempers, lowering Looks o'ercast:  
Such stormy Gusts blew from the Lord POLIND  
(Those highest gallant Alps) clouding her mind  
And face to boot with doubtfull'st Wether oft:  
Though else, from th' inmost heart, disdaining naught  
MENANDER'S person, parts, nor his estate,  
Who wooed her Coyness at the painfull'st rate  
Of humble and withal enduring Love.  
As close gentile SIRENUS too did move  
His mild MARPESAS breast, though found the Siege  
More happy far, whose often privilege  
Kind Summer-looks, with few gained sweetest Kisses.  
First-fruits; those earnest to succeeding blisses;  
Possessing thence (ere long) th' heart's Magazine:  
Ploughed with more prosperous Gales that foamy Brine  
Oth' Lovers Ocean, towards PERU,  
That coast of Gold, whilst blustering Tempests blew  
MENANDER'S Bark; being thus: MARPESAS breast  
Lesle troubled through vain Hopes, desires, unrest  
(More calmly free) could better estimate  
True, worthy Love, since found her Own so late  
Slighted, refused. Thus (Reader) wings our Pen,  
With haste, to th' noble H●rmit-payr again.  
And now their sweetest Week was progressed o'er;  
Fort nigh unvittayled grown, but thinnest store  
Against Famine-siege, and Storm, unless supplies  
From poor HERMONUS Ghost, or showering Skies.  
POLINDOR, loath to range TREGORS great Town  
As Catarer, lest marked; and th' hired Clown  
That brought the meat might blab; nor was the place  
So safe, remote for longer time (alas)  
Scanned second Thoughts: 'twas voted, jointly agreed  
T' inform RUFIN, their Cordial friend, with speed.  
No Messenger though to be got, procured;  
Nor, were there one, was th' noble Youth assured  
For point of Trust, himself must Agent prove;  
Four miles and half the way: though tenderest Love  
Bred Thoughts of foul dislike, diastrous grown  
So long to leave the dear FLOSTEL alone:  
Though knew that rocky Cell defensive made  
To wonder quiet'st Coast and calm; as said.  
Nor was the Lady damped much, or caught  
Through Selvish fears; the dear POLINDOR'S thought  
Most troubled her. Thus then, that very Night.  
'Twas Fixed, resolved: which being most Star-bright,  
Decked with the fainter Silver of the Moon,  
Th' old Hermit's meaner Coat and Falchion on  
(Found false Beard there by chance) by ten's best hour,  
He Kisses sealed on his Beloved, whole shower;  
With which their Souls exchanged, transferred are:  
She wrung his parting Hand, then, dropped a fair  
Tear on't (Love's juicy spirits) Charm against ill;  
Heaven-preservative; whose Crystal Still,  
Her fair Eye, how he gently kissed again,  
Sighe's kindest breath repaid! Unlocked when  
The door, which locked again; then straight to Heaven  
Eyes solemn cast, as if to their charge given  
(Those bright emyd Starry Watch) his dearest All;  
As thus had said, O guard from wretched Thrall  
Yours, mine, the wealth Exchequer of the World;  
Key thrown within to her, he's dart-like hurled  
Towards their Shepherd's vale. Way, not unknown,  
Since had to th' Woods spread gallant Borders gone  
With's great-horse oft; yet strayed the Pilgrim too:  
Roused up good old acquaintance with those few  
Kind Marks, for Mute informers; here his Hast  
Rebuked, chid there his slowness though, till past  
Two longer Hours, his Uncle up he rouzes.  
RUFIN informed of all, no moment loses;  
Bids, Cheer up, cries in mirth, They loved bold feats;  
To tread Love-mazes still; Recruit with meats  
He could their Fortress straight, but (as desired)  
Had gotten long since place more close, retired  
For both to Sojourn in: fine shady'st Grange,  
Choy●e-bow'r, Elizium-like. Thus, forth they range  
Like two Night-spirits, on their tedious way,  
Lest should be over-took by th' Morning-ray.  
How prone young Lovers often seem (alas)  
To tread on troublous Cliffs, and icy ways,  
Shunned safer-beaten Grounds! the Road refuse  
For doubtful By-paths! often Circles choose  
Prefer before the short director Line!  
As here these seemed, with Vestal Groves design:  
How love to Task their painful Selves! as though  
Loves precious Sweets should more transcendent grow  
Through hardship, Danger! or (intruth) as LOVE  
So huge, so prime a Godhead were, 'twould prove  
Lord over fate; check Mischiefs surely fry!  
Or (lastly) as if conceived so Rare, so high  
Th' exalted Love-life, that it must control  
Lower vulgar ways, despise the earthy Moal!  
Though freakish humoured Fortune oft from thence  
Makes sportive Game on heedless Innocence.  
But here our Pen again to th' mateless Dove,  
Sweetest best FLOSTELLA-turns; whose dearest Love,  
Thought absent long, sad qualmish Dream besides  
Of Tombs, with Ghost-masque, up she rouzes, glides  
To th' window straight: Moon, Stars did glistering there  
Obsequions Handmaids shine; Shades seemed to wear  
Mild, solemn Brows, her tallest Guard as 'twas;  
But naught so lovely did adorn the place  
As her POLINDOR'S view: My dearest Dear,  
O why so long? she cries. When nimbly here  
Pale doubt, desire, to th' Iron-door transport her,  
She peeped once, twice through th' hole, but naught did court her  
Like that beloved Shape: when, back retired,  
Fallen on her saddest Couch, there straight respired  
(First) odorous Sighs from her; then, richest Tear  
Strained sweetly forth; and then th' Arms folded were  
As Moaned her drooping Heart. She mused, computes  
His Journeys measure first; time fitly suits  
For th' Uncle's rising too, then, for's return;  
Last, counting th' hours by th' Watch, begun to Mour●  
(Her double Scoar cast nimbly up) as though  
The Time too long for th' labour, Task did show:  
Love too the Agent turned. Thus (short Alas  
Sighed forth) to th' Window proved her second race;  
Where faintly looking, What not yet? so bright?  
Ay! withal she cried: when dismallest Sight,  
That Earth or Hell could belch forth, struck her Eyes.  
She viewed that worthy'st Youth, whom she did prize  
(Th'own Heart informed) next Heaven, brought between  
Two, Corps-like, slain, cross th' open part o'th' Green;  
Born full-length, stripped to's very Shirt (the Moon  
Whilst Gazing seemed as sad Spectator on,  
Bright'st shining) crimsoned Shirt, with spots distained,  
Like bleeding Hearts as 'twere; whilst hung disdained  
Th' affrighted dangling Curls: upon his breast  
Smooth Taf'ty-role with pendant flap did rest,  
〈◊〉 Falchion near: his Arm held forth to view  
(O d●re!) broad gartering Ribbon, well she knew,  
Conferred on him first day i'th' ‛ Vestal wood,  
And worn still wreathed round: whose Corpse bestowed  
Ith' planted Shade, those Men were vanished, gone.  
This Object viewed, O Horror, scourge unknown!  
Heart's trembling gasps! O my Soul's Hell (she cries)  
Sight, sight, enough to blast heavens purer eyes,  
And Damp their sparkling Fires! O tenfold death!  
Ah Woe! woe! woe! why do I fond breath,  
The world, myself Undone? farewell, farewell  
All Faith, Worth, lovely'st Grace, what could Excel;  
Joys, fly for ever; gones my dearest All,  
And I'm no more. The Rock● re●ounding wall  
Groaned here her mournful Echo; Gem-like stream  
Of showered Tears, with Hairs torn wealth, did seem  
Lavished on th' dusty ground; those whitest Hands  
Both wrung, as though, Fates sweetest countermands,  
They would Charm back their Orders rage, o'er power  
Work so prodigious: strangely Eclipsed that hour  
Bright beauties World appeared. I come, I com●  
(Said she) ere long to share Love's martyrdom,  
Dear, dearest Youth, to taste last frozen Kiss  
So dye upon thee (once my living Bliss)  
Dear Corpse I come. Here with what eager Passion  
Key's sought and found! when furious inspiration  
As though (wild Priestess-like) her limbs possessing,  
She flung to th' Iron Door, her fair Hands pressing  
Th' ore-churlish Bolt; hard troublous grapple 'twas;  
Being performed, forth hurried she, winged pace,  
Loud-voyced, Ah my POLIND! when suddenly  
Five Cutthroat Villains rushed upon her, nigh  
Bruised with their rudest arms sweetest Innocence,  
Heaven in its type; true Dreams both proving thence.  
At which scarce startled (●o) since these conceiving  
Those ugly Butchers, providence hope giving  
They'd soon dispatch her too; fierce Grief's Extreme  
Stifling her natural Fear, since died with him  
All further Lifes-joy; yet, to th' Soul confounded,  
They stopped her loving Course, these words she ●ounded  
From doleful passioned breast. Come, welcome you  
My dear Lord's murderers, since I shall Sue  
For that Death, freely thank you, which so late  
You forced upon him; though (Fiendlike hate!)  
Don't Kill me double: Range this smaller Cell,  
Whilst I but snatching take last poor Farewell,  
Then strike, strike home; I shall confess y'are Men.  
Here, urged to show with Falchion naked and keen,  
What, where the Prize; that being informed as soon,  
(Since all but Chaff, her dear POLINDOR gone)  
One Rogue, lesle iron-brested, rudely leads  
To th' fatall-curtained Shade, whose sullen Beds  
Seemed unto her Ghosts talked of Stygian Wood;  
Couch of all iii. That place of true love's blood  
(Corpse both) beheld, now blacker Sables lend,  
She took her swift Career, her flight though sending  
Sad'st mournful Voice before, and on his breast  
Falls like shot glistering Meteor. O thou best  
Of Men, but late (true Lover's honour, glory)  
But now of Ghosts (said she) though dismal Story  
Where worst of Fates enrolled! I'm come, I'm come,  
My Dear (fast grasping her Joys fancied Tomb,  
His body, neck) thy wretched, thy wretched FLOST●LLA  
(O Sound, composed of mischiefs) thus to pay  
My last Farewell! then, break my loving Heart:  
Ah cold! cold! Kiss of Death! (small sudden start  
Withal, she cries; Quick, hast; that Villain crying)  
Death's frost, alas! Then, blood-steeped wounds espying▪  
Ah! Crimson Founts, that you had clearly flowed  
(Said she) from my Heart; various slucy Road!  
Sad'st Ports (as 'twere) whence richest Soul conveyed  
O, had we not both One? why tardy stayed  
My hapless Half behind? truest butchery!  
Twice, twice (almost) thou Swoonding didst for me,  
Now Dead indeed. O monumental stiff!  
No voice? Souls breathed whisper? loathsome Life!  
thouart torment, curse unto me: You, so late  
Cruel, now kind become; as your stern Hate  
Divorced us here on Earth; so (friendly) now  
join us again in Heaven; thus, I bow:  
O Kill me over my dead Lord, and Love.  
Here, stooped for death, when, as some Dream did prove,  
Amazed she started up, strong thoughts implying  
'twas not POLINDOR'S Corpse. O you All-eying,  
All-knowing Powers, am I awake? (she cries)  
Or are you pleased thus t' abuse mine eyes  
With soothing, painted Vision? is not this  
My Dear? POLINDOR? hah? such cordial Bliss  
Own poor FLOSTELLA? whence that Taf'ty-role,  
Broad Ribbond, Falchion then? my anguished Soul!  
It is not he; torn heart, 'tis not POLIND:  
Ah! liv'st thou, breathest thou yet? some gentler Wind,  
Angel inform my doubts. O righteous heaven,  
Feign would I how escape the Stroke, but even  
For thy sweet sake: still doomfull threats of Fate.  
Horrors environ me (th' unhappy Brat  
Cast out unto all Ill) Night, Death surround;  
Whilst Lost to thee, to mine own Soul, and drowned  
In gulf of Sorrows: O, fain would I Live,  
(My choicely esteemed) since, those Heart wounds they give,  
Thou't Bleed through them to death; my Tragedy  
Must brooding cause thine, Both alas must Die.  
Here seized all Five on her: This was in truth  
That gentile Swain, called FLORIS (comely'st Youth)  
That Midnight-wanderer, by th' Vestal Grove  
Talked it so late with th' Echo, his dead Love  
Lamenting unto Ghosts and grie●ly shade,  
Where hoped to find her still, ere yet conveyed  
To th' low'st Elysium: now doubly slain,  
In mind and body both; though comfort, gain  
That last, whose Hearts wound seemed to cure his heart▪  
Lanced Grief's imposthume thus (most blessed smart)  
And Fates were kind in it, since Life might show  
His burden, torment: Doo● much honoured too;  
Since Mourned, Wept (what higher solemnising)  
By GREECE'S glory, boast: Thus proved the thing.  
These Cutthroat Rogues, far-straglers, most of whom  
Were once that false BRUNDESCAR'S Men, the scum  
Of that base Villains fry (whom his Moor-slave,  
Vexed through his torturings at length, grown brave  
Through Fury, chanced to murder, Stab, when lying  
In's Summer-house (though marked howe'er for dying.  
Since should have been that Even as Traitor seized)  
These Ruffian-villains, for long time professed  
Grim Landlords of the Road, now growing poor,  
Sought hunted for, slunk hither th' Even before;  
Meaning next day, some Port marine attained,  
To turn Sea-robbers all, th' unfriendly Land  
Lesle favouring them. Thus, greedy of prize and blood  
Scouting along they saw where took the Wood  
Young FLORIS, out of reach; more silent then  
More Mute, by fits; thought-buryed (Wretch of men▪)  
Seeking new distant Quarters, dismal Shades  
Dark as his cloudyed Breast: Each roundly invades  
That same Path, dogged the Lover, soft as Air  
(Still big with Sullen thoughts, Profound dispayr)  
For Booty: though conceived, some Lodge close by  
Might mend their single Prize. Till now, drawn nigh,  
He entering just within the door o'th' Gre●n  
All leapt upon him, where (swords, hearts too keen)  
Thrust forth by Stabs his noysless, musing Soul  
Through bleeding Doors: the Corpse then softly stole  
(Born fullest length 'twixt two) yet somewhat lower  
Cross-green, i'th' Lady's view, whilst his Breast bore  
That Rolled cap, Falchion both; there hasty laid,  
Whilst carried him to th' next entombing Shade.  
As for that Role, with dangling flap, 'twas still  
Worn by those Shepherd- swains of birth gentile,  
As choice distinct Badge; such still wore POLIND;  
Although had left (indeed) his own behind  
For th' Hermit's meaner Hat, changed just at door  
When going forth, though lesle observed by her:  
That naked Falchion one o'th' Thiefs did claim;  
And that Arm-ribbon (worn) kind Favour came  
Long since from his Beloved, CRESSA the fair.  
Through all these Marks his comelyer youth, his hair,  
Stature, time, place concurring; sadder Dreams,  
Love-fears too, 'twas POLINDOR'S Corpse she deems:  
Hid more a while through double Night, her passion,  
And that dark Shade to boot. Thus, hasty fashion  
Their Corpse thrown down, one spying straight the Cell  
(More booty promised whence) conceiving well  
This for true Owner; falling back, they All  
Wheeled more about (unseen) to th' blind side wall  
By th' shaded Pond; till, just the door open passing,  
All seized her Prisoner thus, to th' Souls amazing.  
The Cell thus rifled, cleared, they haled her straight  
Along with them, threatening Deaths dismal fate  
If aught refused; Who, though her horrid Fear  
(Sweetest Soul!) proved living Death, chose rather there  
Thus to be dragged by them in ●lower fashion,  
Since hoping thence more Time for preservation:  
What piteons glance back to th' blissful Cell!  
How Sighed to all her joys in that, farewell!  
Thus, passing 'midsts that black and ugly'st Crew,  
Th' first, pure, created Light, when breaking through  
Chaos, she seemed; or in some moving Cloud  
Wrapped Lightning-flash: then't showed, as if that crowd  
Of Night's brats had plucked down the silver Moon  
(Which then proved hid, obscured) that Darkness soon  
M●ght choke th' whole Earth; as though they'd massacre  
All Excellence, what's counted perfect, rare.  
Dismal death's Progress 'twas, when drowsy Heaven,  
justice, bo●h tranced seemed; and Rapine even  
Governed the World. One while her Tongue implores  
Th' arch-villains, than th' heavens highest Powers adores▪  
Both Equall-deaf; she looked upon Trees, Stars,  
Whilst t' one, but screened their Ruffians, t' other dares  
Hold Light to th'barbarous work; whose L●mps yet burning,  
Should rather (their Skie-sockets overturning)  
Fall on their heads; Naught seemed with hopes to flatter▪  
All's quiet, lulled, as Hell had bribed whole Nature  
To one grand Villainy. Thus, reached the Path,  
That trod some smaller while (though with lesle faith)  
They changed their Course into the right-hand Wood  
(Her Plaints then doubling) one o'th' Cutthroat brood  
Sounding small Whistle●●rait ●●rait, to which Another  
Answered for sign again (being sixth sworn Brother  
Did tend their Wardrobe with their prize, far off)  
That neerly'st followed they, where, safe enough,  
They might first Ravish her, then, slaughtering kill;  
'Twas Second-course to th' last, daintier blood still.  
That month too PLUTO, God of wealth and prize,  
They used to please with fair She-sacrifice  
(Maid, Widow, Wife, no matter which, so one)  
Now far more strict, Devout, more bloody grown;  
That PLUTO might, since dangerous fears at hand,  
Safe Guard, protect them, whilst were yet on Land.  
Ah, poor POLINDOR! little dost thou know  
Th' whole smarting Worlds, but most thy fatal Blow:  
Does no kind Gale sigh, whisper't in thine ●are?  
No Thunder roar it out? nor Earthquake bear  
The trembling news? such monstrous Prodigies  
Would suit such monstrous foul Acts) do not Skies  
Blaze it in flarry text? or's loitering, sleeping  
Thy Guardian-angel now? rather, blood weeping,  
Gasps not thine own Heart forth their errand? crying,  
Fatality! all worth, all beauty's Dying.  
H●●'st thou but kept the Key! but 'twas love's Fault,  
That overhasty made, forgetful that;  
Though (truly) if lost, or forced from thee Death's stroke  
If seized by th' way, than had she starved i'th' Rock,  
Thy Death she falsely mourned, but hapless Thou  
(Part changed) may'st Mourn hers justly, truely'st now.  
Poor Wretch! too late (alas) and yet too soon  
Thou comest at once, to find thyself Undone.  
Those lufty Travaylers, with eager haste,  
Attained to th' bulky Wood at length, and passed  
Along the right side, scouting, when a Noys●,  
Most Faint surprised them, and saddish voice  
That seemed to boot: POLINDOR'S bowels roul'd,  
As if's own Flesh, some Spirit did unfold  
'Twas his FLOSTELLAS Tongue: When, nearer going,  
Mo●● Like it proved, the very same Voice showing,  
Dire, dismal too become: Worst destiny!  
Hast noblest Youth FLOSTELLA 'tis, 'tis She  
As gasping Men do snatch at Soul● (as 'twere)  
When on their wing, so seemed his greedy ear  
Straight at this precious Voice; it seemed the Knell  
To all perfection, last dying Peal  
To th' Universe. Straight both their nimble paces  
Were doubled, yet withal each lightly traces,  
Lest Noise dispatched her soon; now heard they more,  
It brokenly (strength spent) called on POLINDOR—  
LINDOR— DOR; as resolved that Name should sweet  
Her dying last Breath, and convey in it,  
Hug forth her gentle Soul; one Medley almost  
That name, sighs, groans become; till now, all's lost ●  
S●d, dreadfullest Silence following, whilst of Death  
Thence showed, through latest gasps, expiring breath.  
When Tiger-like rushed in, there straight appeared  
To th' nimble glance, small rude Turf-altar reared;  
With Flowers, bright Falchion glistering on't; th' one side  
●im Taper sickly burned, o'th' other spied  
Long, prostrate, Woman's Corpse (lower half) displayed  
On th' sadly enriched ground: whose Sight portrayed  
Some new done Sacrifice, Snatched jointly there  
(By chance) two Targets up, which scattered were  
On th' idle soil, POLINDOR made the First  
(Partly unwares) to Vomit forth th' accursed  
Foul Soul (most active, strong, of spirit undaunted  
Love-fired to boot) then, churlish Second granted  
Deaths, hells joined Pass-sport●; whilst RUFIN the Thir●  
Sent to fright Ghosts: POLINDORS hungry Sword  
(Wrist scratched) unkennelled Soul o'th' sturdy Fourth▪  
Next, with RUFIN (found closely'st grappled, wor●●  
Timely aid) dispatched the damned Fifth; six fled  
Then, running to th' World's wonder (once) earth spread  
Half-naked FLOSTEL, he found her Corps-like lying;  
Cheeks rufull'st-pale, Death's Scutcheon, more than dying.  
At which turned raging, furious, Hour of doom!  
Strange, horrid'st Spectacle, that Midnight's Womb  
E'er swelled with; cries: called on her fairest Clay,  
Cried, 'Twas POLINDOR called. Each needful way  
Mean while RUFIN, long skilfullest Artist, used;  
Begged heavens Aid, hot, powerfullest Spirits infused  
For th' brain (glass born about him) since appeared  
Yet no Death's wound, nor bruise; most strangling 〈◊〉  
(And strangled still those Offsprings proved, it seems▪  
To Pluto, quart'ring next their prostrate Limbs)  
Rubbed, bowed her body oft. Ab horror! (crying  
Th' overwhelmed POLINDOR here) you never- 〈◊〉  
Pours, O blast me too, my Life, since take  
My Souls Joy comfort from me; rack! Soul's Rack!  
All worth, sweet's vanished. Thoroughly bathed RUFI●  
Her Breast with sovereign Cordial juice ('twas sin  
Conceived, when found without it) chafed her bow●●  
Whilst th' Other; though, grand chance cold Water 〈◊〉  
(Thiefs pitcher by) some drops were thrown upon 〈◊〉  
Dire task! POLINDOR still, still calling on her,  
Loudest voice, FLOSTELLA, dear FLOSTELLA; O,  
Why treadest thou this vile earthly Mass below?  
It's Gem, choice treasure gone, she soared above!  
Sweetest, fairest Soul! when now, discerned to move;  
He call still, FLOSTELLA, Dearest: Rare  
Th'whole prospect, sight t' have seen that World of fair,  
Of sweet, and lovely as 'twere new-created,  
New beauteous- Soul'd; each wonder, grace restated  
In Cheeks, Lips, gallantest Forehead; those Sun-eyes  
Break forth their Morning-lids, while th' eastern Skies  
SOL brake as 'twere to view't, just then; though glanced  
That daybreak but from these, POLINDOR fancied  
(His day of joys at least) most fresh and warm  
E'er long she grows: heavens goodness, and that Charm  
POLINDOR'S Voice have crowned, reblest the World.  
When straight into her dearest bosom hurled,  
With strictest Folds, with warm but eager Kisses  
He new endangered her; 'midst which Love-blisses  
Both seemed awhile Intranc'd, their mutual kind  
Souls whispering thus sad Tales (as 'twere) entwined,  
Moaning each other. How through dismal fear,  
Spent Spirits (loathsome Rape and Death so near)  
That Swoonding seized, one gasping Rogue confessed;  
O'erheard by glad POLINDOR: There did rest  
Th' whole Booty, prize, with hundred pounds beside  
Oth' Thiefs in gold (that lately was Blood-dyed)  
Ranged by RUFIN; who both with voice awaking,  
POLINDOR (lo) first silence breaks, Love making  
Hi● joys thus sweetly'st known. And, O you Skies,  
You Powers of lasting Daylight, do these eyes  
Behold sent back my dearest Dear (as 'twere)  
Froms' shades of Death? from your own blissful Sphere  
Rather, where meant some Star-bestudded Throne:  
Blessed Flight, return! These also th' Ho●our done  
(These Hands) to bleed some purple for her sake!  
Some drops! thereby redeeming her from Wrack,  
From double Death of Ravishment and slaughter  
(As she twice reskewed me) th' unequalled Daughter  
Of all your glory, praise! O mercy adored!  
When she, again; And has kind Heaven restored  
As 'twere from Field of ghosts, my dearest Gem?  
So long lamented in that dismal Dream  
As Dead, though in the shape of wretched another?  
My lifes-guard, Champion too conjoined to th' other  
(Whose blood might Kisses staunch! to beauteous scars  
Tears balm improve! th' hurts bound with mine own 〈◊〉▪)  
Blessed change of Fate! how precious sweets Reprieve!  
Now only do I Live, since thou Alive!  
Take thy Swords conquered Prize, and be that kind  
Trance thanked, which made me to thy Danger blind.  
Thus holds he all Earth's lovely'st wealth re-given;  
Chief providential Favour deigned, next Heaven.  
Whilst round the Place, waked with her former Groans,  
Fight, Break of day to boot, their warbling tones  
Chirped loudly forth those Wood-inhabitants  
(Prime Morning-consort) each how frolic vaunts  
Their joy, their skill! seemed thus Congratulate  
To both at once, FLOSTELS revived fate;  
With Reuniting of this worthy Payr;  
Thus, streamed with Carolled mirth both Wood and Ayr●  
So strangely powerful, influential proves  
True noble Lov●, that Brutes themselves it moves.  
And here, most jealous grown the fair FLOSTEL,  
Through late unhappy Fright o'th' lonely Cell  
(Though Singular event, strange wonder' ●was)  
Nor seemed so distant, safe, secure the Place  
As wished, indeed; 'twas voiced o'er and o'er  
For th' daintiest private Grange: next Town TREGO●  
Would Coach them for their Voyage fitly too:  
Thus, Both entwined, they softly'st traversed through  
Those twinkling Shades to th' bordering Meadows sid●  
RUFIN their Porter grown, love's God their guide  
When straight, as Burden to that former Song,  
Sad Voice amazed them both, conceived a throng  
Of bitter Sighs, and sobs, complain, WOE  
(As th' froward Morn were proudly brooding too  
Her Viperous mischiefs) seemed as th' Heart 'twould break,  
Death thus forestalled, contemned; that manner wreak  
Vengeance on Fate. Which strange tune, perfect mourning  
Drawn near, they Woman's Gar● descried; and turning  
Her head about, who should (alas) this be  
But poor ARDINA, th' Nurse, unhappy she!  
Who, having reached that Vestal mansion, late  
O'er Night, with strange events obliged to wait  
On her beloved Lady there: anon  
Informed by all, that she was wandered, gone  
For Thracias' Kingdom, none knew where (though most  
She feared (indeed) through desperate Sorrow lost)  
Lost in her own Mind, Way to boot, through passion,  
She had roamed it thus all night in doleful fashion.  
Who clearly viewed, FLOSTELLA, stolen behind,  
Cried (grasping) Take thy Mistress; when th' ore-kind  
Transported Wretch was near unto joy-swoon,  
How hug'd, how kissed her! wept! nor could be soon  
Convinced (intr●th) but 'twas her Lady's Ghost:  
Though when informed, as Spouse by her engrossed  
That fine, complete, young Lord (to boot) O 〈◊〉,  
Had not the Lady timely'st kissed it in,  
Her Soul had doubtless leapt forth, took Vagary  
As had her body late. Thus, mean breasts carry  
Sound truest Hearts ofttimes; till now, restored  
Full to herself, tongue breath did jointly accord  
To speak their weighty News, though late at strife '.  
COMMANDRA, great ARPLASTUS proudest Wife,  
Having for all that wanton season passed  
Held true to him (if Whorish Loves, unchaste  
Worth noblest Style of truth) scarce added now  
Nine full months more, when sacred Marriage-vow  
More strongly obliged her too't, begins to rave  
Through sordid new Lusts; which (although she gave  
'Slight Honours check sometimes) within few days  
Burst forth most furious Flame, whose wanton blaze  
Sought but convenience: good Choice in loving,  
As had ARPLASTUS done before, approving.  
Thus, rarely'st Innocence, once being stained,  
Found purged and washed white; Virtue lost, regained.  
Besides, this Blue th' hot wanton Forge, a Son  
(To towring'st honours, fortunes th' heir alone)  
Most greedy of; and doubting much her Lord,  
Since no Sign, Blossom yet (th' unchaste Accord  
Those former six years too) she'll change condition,  
Diet, try more: so serve both Lust, Ambition.  
The Object, Person proved gentile and fine,  
CYPRIAN by birth; not Natures mean Design  
For face and limb, spruce-modelled, handsome Peice  
(Her Grace's Usher, lo) conjoined to this  
Prime voice, rare music's art: whom her close Favour,  
Amorous enough before, had now taught braver  
Bold Feats, exploits; since Looks can paint desires  
(Each Touch grown kind and Mystic) blaze heart-fir●●.  
Thus, now some fortnight past, ARPLASTUS rod  
To far-famed Hunting match, 'twas spacious Wood  
Ten miles from home; where meant some following nights  
To rest with bordering friend, 'mid sport-delights.  
But so it chanced, that busy Morn, a Fray  
(Sport's rougher Wrong-side oft) at bleeding bay  
Set th' Hunting-masters, men themselves turned Cu●s;  
Some bawling Dog or Mistress th' angry stirs  
Engendering first; from words they grew to wounds:  
Smart Siding, parties followed, till their Hounds  
At length most Moral seemed; 'twas turned to Chase  
Or fray of sylvan Boars: which bloody place,  
Foul Clashing wisely ARPLASTUS left, withdrew.  
And being informed, his Friend was wandered too  
Far off, with's total train (th' intruding Plague,  
Death, his joint-tenants left) as Witch or Hag  
Had crossed with ill luck, back he galloped home,  
Vexed, heated; Noon much overpast being come,  
Wife forth, he walked directly (softly'st pacing)  
Towards that coolest Grot, SOL's beams outfacing:  
Where with's own Key that outward Door o'th' ground  
Unlocked first, to th' Summer-house chief bound.  
Drawn near, some gentler Satins russle scared  
(Such, Wind, Leaves whispering noise) joined H●m; o'erheard  
These, twice, thrice o'er; when Darting straight his eye  
Through th' empty Lockhole there (Soul-blasted nigh,  
Turned wondering Statue) strange Lust-antick racked  
That way his Heart: COMANDRA i'th' very Act  
With her own formal Cringer, Conge-man,  
'Twixt whom Himself seemed merely butchered, Slain:  
His first Lust's wages, this. When grown all fired  
(Sudden thoughts too, through her damned art expired  
Sweetest, best ORANTHES Life) the bawdy Door  
His own Key opened straight; then, gripping th' Whore,  
Keen Dagger coupled closely with her Heart,  
Till hug'd her Soul from thence; cool, new Love-dart:  
The Man escaping: Thus has righteous Heaven  
Paid poor ORANTHES Ghost, at one made even  
Sad, double Scoar. This dismal dalliance ended,  
He storm-like hurried back, ere long attended  
To's Chamber, Bed, where violent Fever burned;  
Through rage and th' former heat; his Body turned  
All Furnace, torrid-zoan: th' incensed Blood  
Sulphureous boiling Streams, whilst Guts they showed  
Rolls of match, fired: Thus, th' Oil consumed, exhausted  
(Juice, Spirits gone) Life's Lamp soon lauguished, wasted.  
What time, ARDINA, bed confined too  
Through sickness (nor great haste) deferred to show  
Her dearest Lady ought (whom promise tied  
ne'er to take Vestal Vow, till specified,  
First known to her) now were th' whole Funerals o'er:  
Though this for Cordial joined, ARPLASTUS wore  
Good Father's parting heart; and, dying Kind  
(His lands turned o'er in trust) did strongly'st bind  
Her Uncle ANSELVIN, late from Sea● returned  
(Though long believed for dead, deplored, mourned)  
To give up all upon his Daughter's claim,  
Which Nobly'st offered, ere ARDINA came.  
Such was th' Event; the sweetest FLOSTELLA hear●  
Her Father's death with sobrest filial Tears,  
Kind Fun'rall-show'r; most melting, most soft-hearted:  
Till all must comfort her, Alleged, she had smarted  
Much through his Fondness; reading wisely thence  
Rare, signal Act of divine Providence.  
And now that Prince of day had (powerful) raised  
The World from nights dark Chaos, Mountains blazed  
And Woods, with golden Brows, fine golden Tresses  
(Tranced Earth awaked, when Men made their egresses  
For work, for pastimes) whilst those Winged Quires  
Chanted their Morn-devotions to SOL's fires:  
How seemed to pride himself in Beaming round,  
Whilst viewed his Half-words Lordship, globy ground.  
Here straight RUFIN roused himself for TREGOR,  
Mile off, t' hire speedy Coach from thence, for more  
Conveyance, health; their feeble Lady tired;  
Whose Body, Mind to boot (though so admired,  
Angellick-pure) orepowred, now drooping showed  
Too much sad Frailty (alas) of Flesh and blood.  
When empty Coach, four horses, whirled apace  
Close by them for TREGOR (which very place  
All aimed at) to fetch some Gallants thence;  
Him straight they Feed, more quick convenience.  
Arriving there, the Lady safe was shrouded  
In close Out-cottage straight (so's lost, oreclouded  
Bright Ci●thia oft; so skulked in earthen Cell  
Gems lodge: so couched (lastly) i'th' simpler Shell  
Does th' orient Pearl appear) though spruce and neat:  
When choicest Cordials sought with busy sweat,  
Procured by skilled RUFIN (life-ayds, supports)  
Thence to Recruit in Nature's weakened Forts  
Their dear spent Spirits▪ th' Air that morning-hour  
Quickened by art, through Influential power  
Of certain strowed Herbs, Plants, whilst sweetly rise  
(Fuming towered Heaven in kind of Sacrifice)  
Rich Odorous clouds, to cheer, refresh her Brain:  
Last, drowsy Juice received by Sleep does reign  
O'er her enfeebled World; th' offensive Light,  
Noise banished round▪ all's turned to Scene of night:  
The God of slumbers (Amorous grown) embracing  
Her lulled Se●ce, twenty-hours; disquiets chase.  
Thus, that next Morn, fresh▪ travayl-proof she Wakes  
Seldom Heaven moanful● Virtue long forsakes.  
Though know, that day before (as meet) RUFIN  
Transferr'd unto her Uncle their design  
By nimble Post, that they would visit him  
This second Night, lest else surprised seem  
(ANSELVIN whom by Name we styled of late)  
When, going back, he chanced congratulate  
Old Merchant-friend of his; possessed by whom  
Four curious TYRIAN Robet (that were become  
His late Sea-prize) for Male and Female those,  
From thence for PERSIAN Prince and Princess chose:  
Though Two most richly gorgeous found, esteemed  
(Whereof anon) Two, rich, but slighter-trimed:  
Choice Garb, much in th' ARCADIAN Court allowed.  
That slightest Manly Robe, which seemed lesle proud,  
Was purple Sattain Suit, loose-formed Coat;  
Long-buttoned both with silver Flowrs, fine-wrought:  
But her's Aurora-sattin, shone, th' adorning  
Bright Silver trails, for Lace. These second morning  
Were fully viewed, and bought by th' noble Payr;  
How primely fit! th' Occasion too so rare.  
Since public Objects growing now, more eyed  
Gazed at, for Sunlike rank, estate beside.  
Those meaner-trimed, much Nobler than their own,  
Fresh too, for Travayl-garb were then put on.  
Th' Host well discharged; with whom that Hundred pound  
Oth' Thiefs was left; proclaimed which if found  
None th' Owner, 'twas decreed for th' hungry Poor.  
Thus All, well-coached to th' wish, by early hour  
Set prancing forth, the Morn whilst smiling showed;  
Seemed glad FLOSTELLA thus was come abroad  
(Proud t' Usher her) which being withdrawn, o'erpast;  
Bright PH●●BUS driving now his Steeds, with haste,  
Down th' Azur'd western road, with Chariot blazing  
(As though kind Harbinger) their light wheels grazing  
Those pleasant flowery Plains; erelong (beguiled  
Through over-hast) they passed small Forest, wild,  
Unused tract: yet onwards still they strayed,  
All's Chanting, verdant, sweet: When theyare dismayed  
Soft Groan, cries (scarce heard) like some tormented,  
Strokes louder much: when further loes presented,  
Through smaller Glade, this horrid Sight to view  
(Nor blazed much Danger in't) 'twas only Crew  
Of five or six Hags, muffled, all surrounding  
Naked Man bound; with Whipcord-scourges wounding  
Or Burchen Rods. Both hands were closely knit  
To Trees strong upper Branch, whilst shackled feet  
Fast tied to th' stumps below; thus, all exposed  
Th' whole Body stood, full dismal Mark; though closed  
His glove-stoped mouth, thence stifling louder Mo●n.  
Drawn near, his Body gored with blood, like one  
Entire sore seemed to view; or as, the Skin  
New Shifted, fleyed, 't had for some Shambles been:  
Most hideous Lump, grown doubly Naked▪ yet still  
Those Baited round his flesh like anvil, steel  
(Th' unmatched Hell-beadles) as they'd conjure out  
His vagrant Soul: oft crying thus th' whole Rout;  
Dog, Villain, we are Furies come to plague  
Thy vile flesh. Busied thus, one pursy Hag  
Spying RUFIN, All turned to wondering gaze;  
He seemed half-charmed too, joyed heaven 'twas  
To th' tortured Wretch this smaller truce, whose Groan,  
Look double pity craved. When, asked anon  
The cause of all; ●Twas he (those Hags reply)  
Had done those cruel Thefts, those Raepes hard by  
(Purse-●eech, Flesh-devill) Providence thus bound him;  
And they were Furies sent from Fate, to wound him.  
RUFIN stared more; POLINDOR with FLOSTEL  
(Hood down) approached them, May-game, mask of Hell  
Th' whole Sight appeared: Till now, his freer tongue  
Released, No Thief (he loud exclaimed) they wrong;  
'Twas he was robbed bound. When th' whole Antic fry  
With strange Signs rounded them, more mutteringly  
Disclosed the Riddle straight, why all was done:  
That STORGUIS 'twas, that vile BRUNDESCARS' Son;  
ASTORIN's downfall (whom by face RUFIN  
Well knew) who, proving th' Father's Heir in sin,  
Worse Villain, had blood-sucked (as 'twere by power  
Most of their Husbands chief estates, that hour  
Laid Gasping; ravished too three of their Daughters  
(This had he likewise heard) those Virgin-slaughters  
Added to th' first: as then kept one his Whore:  
Thus, Neighing on, till tempted yet one more  
To her Fame's death; close Pander-letters woo,  
That she would meet that Noon i'th' Cave below,  
Where should find Golden showers. This, wisely scanned,  
The Maid to th' Mother showed, whose cunning hand  
Wrote back from her, she'd wait on him, if so  
He'd come by stealth: when straight th' whole injured row,  
Those wives and Mothers met; their Husbands lay  
Lodged in that Cave, disguised, like men of Prey  
(Forged plot) where seized, then left him naked and bound:  
Those gone, these (Muffled, Armed) did thus surround  
Like Stygian Furies, sent to fall upon him▪  
So, wrought in part their grieved heart Vengeance on him,  
Nor knew he whence the Wrong: those men conceived  
Mere Robbers, Thiefs; while th' Hags souls Gild believed  
Plain Furies come from Hell. The whole Justice showed;  
Whose treacherous Father ended too in blood.  
This said, whilst they th' Arch, punished Rogue unbind,  
Those Hags were vanished all, and gone like Wind.  
STORGUIS they left at next Wood-bordring Cell,  
Though scarce could lie nor sit (intruth) to steal  
Short Napping-fit; POLINDOR well from hence  
Lessoned by th' way, against Rapine, Violence.  
Thus, prancing forwards, All betimes (ere night)  
Approached that second Eden of delight,  
FLOSTELLAS' stately'st Home; where round the place  
Bowers, Meadows, Groves, as with new Summer's face  
(Fresh-drest, as 'twere, through new rare influences)  
Welcome their Mistress seemed: from Levy fences  
Birds chant their praise in Hymenaean song,  
Each Bush turned jolly qui●e; whilst Flowery throng  
Low-bended as 'twere, Cursey-homage showing  
Gale-moved) their Pasture-way with perfumes strowing;  
Skies smiling round; West, Morn-like blushing, fair,  
Bride-cheeked, as strove FLOSTELLAS' self to Payr;  
Whence Sun did seem to Dart in amorous Blaze  
Welcome, goodnight to both: Thus, on they pass.  
When, near her Mansion, forth th' adjoining Thick  
Small Rustic troop appeared, clothed, furnished like  
Harvests sons Daughters; sprucely'st trimmed to the Ey●●;  
Men Sickles bore, tossed, flourished sprightfully,  
Whilst Women Rakes; their gallant Hat● of straw,  
Joined Flowery brooch to each: All decked they saw  
With wreathed Wheat-girdles round. But know the Twai●●  
Which led both Sex, as either's Sovereign  
(Fine, jolly payr) were these; the God of Wine,  
BACCHUS, whose curled head, swollen waist intwine  
Grapes Gem-like clusters; in whose hand there showed  
Glass-bottle of Grapes pure and sprightly Blood.  
His mate cor●s Goddess, CERES, quaintly'st crowned  
With Gold-e●r'd sprigs; like Circled did surround  
Her waist too, Basket she had, adorned enriched  
With Fruits gay wealth: Both these (by turns) beseeched  
The Lady taste this from their fuller store,  
In country-rhimes; small Earnest 'twas of more;  
What Corn and Wine to both should yearly abound,  
Fruits of the blissful Womb, as well as ground.  
Which Gift most kindly took, with Richest smile,  
That sweetest of Women (back repaid the while)  
From her Town-tenants, who conjoined had made  
This rude Masque: Dance for sooth (for close) they had  
Till whispered by RUFIN, their dance was yet  
Lesle suited to her Mind, that merry Fit  
Was laid aside: Now th' open Gates they view.  
Where noble ANSELVIN, with some Remnant-few  
Her Father's good old Servants, ranged stands;  
Who, doubly joyed (indeed) those slavish Bands  
Of vile COMANDRA shattered broke, beside,  
Sweetest face of their Young Lady (long lost) eyed;  
All burst forth into sober, downright Crying:  
Loudest Welcome, that, words empty air outvying.  
Lighted, ANSELVIN closely straight entwined  
His lovely'st Niece, as Steward all resigned;  
Whereof (her Eye first sweetly'st cast to Heaven;  
Then, Gratefull'st pearly Tear as offering given)  
With kindest Lip-heart-welcome, frankly she  
POLI●DOR Master makes; as Noblest he  
Had crowned her his heart's Mistress, long before:  
Thus, proved All her own still, never more.  
See what heavens can produce, how blissful Morrow  
Pregnant with joys, as fable Night with sorrow!  
We shall not (Reader) here that Evenings talk,  
Actions recount, each pleasant Garden-walk,  
How viewed by both; those stately'sts Founts and Mases;  
There th' Lady showed, COMANDRAS' first kind Blaz●●,  
Toying burst forth; her Young ORDELLAN there  
Courted with Masques both gazing eye and ear:  
There pointed she to th' Bower, where first Love-potion:  
Held forth to her, that Candied amorous motion  
There had she traced oft with Folded arms,  
Fixed eyes on Earth and Heaven, those cunning Charms  
Of hers, those spleenful Spites (at length) t' oppose;  
How Sighed, mused, wept! There, for conclusion, show●  
That doubly amorous and fatal Grot  
(Fatal to th' Whore) nor lastly was forgot  
That dancing Antic stage, the adjoining Grove;  
Oft whilst POLINDOR did with th' arms of Love  
Intwine his Spouse, how breathing forth Soul even  
In joys to her, and thankful Praise to heaven!  
Next morn, this Epithalm (next th' Eyrie choir)  
Saluted both, well sung to th' Roman Lyre;  
Spark of ANSELVIN's love, poetic fire.  

SONG.  

1.  
Choice Planet-pair, by Heavens designed  
(Th●se old surpassing)  
For Conjunction, live combined  
(Through whose embracing  
Worth survives,  
Perfection lives)  
Star-race on us bestowing;  
Whilst to skies amazement gives,  
Each SOL or VENUS showing.  
Mix rays, Eye-beams join in looks,  
As Hearts in kisses,  
Night's joys; True love-co●pling sucks  
Forth Souls in blisses:  
Bath thy flames  
Young Sun, she shames  
THETIS, Loves dearer Ocean;  
Thou't rise more glorious, all joy claims  
Her Touch, Ice then takes motion   

3.  
Flesh and blood's AMBROSIA th' haste,  
Earth's Dainty, treasure;  
Fathom well thou mayst her waist,  
But ne'er thy Pleasure;  
Framed she is  
For Ecstasies,  
Unions highest prince; excelling:  
Love's Indieses, World, dearest All's in this,  
Man's longings paralelling.   

Give her thy All again;  
Coin Beauties, Virtues, till your Ten  
Twentyfold selves deck th' Orb terrene.    
Mean while ORTHERIS (buried man to all  
These weighty great things) Pensive treads the Vale,  
Through former harsher Stars, those late unkind;  
Though chiefly tossed within his various mind  
This late strange Dream, or mystic Vision.  
He seemed couched upon some Rock, alone  
(While's wand'ring Sheep beneath) whose crest or'e-peering  
Vast ' troubled Sea; Winds loudly chased, Waves rearing  
To fight against the skies; Skies stormed again  
With Cataracts; 'midst which tumultuous Scene;  
Foul discord, fairest Vessel seemed tossed,  
Bandied to Ruin quite, where sunk and lost  
The Lord POLIND. When Sea more swelling high  
Conceived in his own Breast, th' heart wracking nigh  
All turned, o'th' sudden, daintiest calm and whist  
Like lulled Babes, smooth as cheeks of Virgins kissed  
Soft Gale● the wrincled Main: delicious season!  
When floating Temple, lo (thing strange to reason)  
Came towards him upon the Sun-guilt Wave;  
Whose Tarrased open front Masque-prospect gave  
Of Gods and Goddesses, there stately enthroned:  
At whose feet (though) choice Favourites there owned,  
Young Man and Maid appeared, resplendent shining,  
Close-armed, with Nuptial wreaths and robes combining,  
Shaped like POLINDOR just FLOLTELLA fair.  
Foremost rod Nymphs on Dolphin-backs, which bare  
Flow'r-baskets others sweetly'st Harped, as though  
Stilled thence th' Airs broils, & charmed mad Depths below  
To Sleep, with their Marine harmonious Noises  
Till reaching now the Rock, all mounted, Voices  
Harps joined; those foremost Nymphs still strowing round  
Rose, Violets, till turned to VENUS ground;  
Love's Bridal Shore. These handmaids followed soon  
That beam-encompassed Cluster (each as Sun  
Roused from the Flood) with godlike, eyrie paces:  
Drawn near, APOLLO first advanced, forth traces,  
POLINDOR in his hand, whom gently does  
Present to th' Duke ORTHERIS, speaking thus.  
Here Retired Lord, take thy brave  
Gem-son from the watery Grave;  
Born in HYMEN'S Temple to thee,  
With such favours Gods do woe thee:  
Take him too as dropped from Sky,  
Through whom, near thy Fame shall dye.  
Then stepped forth PALLAS with th' unequalled Nay●  
Who seemed divinely Blazing too, and said,  
Thy Pearl-daughter from the Tomb  
Take again, as from Death's Womb;  
Changed though Name and Face, thou hast  
Daughter still, more lovely graced;  
Choicest blessing Heaven could give,  
In whom KALASP, DORISBE live.  
Then HYMEN marriage-god, and stately'st she  
Births Goddess, JUNO, marched forth solemnly;  
Joined both their Hands, whose words did thus agree:  
None these Hands Hearts dare to sever;  
Grow your joys unnumbered, ever.  
This said, All vanished round, though leaving there  
That young joined Couple (favour still) howe'er:  
When straight ORTHERIS sleeps Bands wildly broke  
(Or were't some Trance) through wonder, joy awoke▪  
Here, riding post, RUFIN the strange Event  
Broke wisely to him; though, by joint Consent,  
Masking that dangerous Nun's plot, design;  
As though meet Fear did all that while confine  
To some dark place, the closely espoused Payr:  
ORTHERIS when, as born a new the rare  
POLINDOR, lent from Death to life, rejoices;  
Approved besides his Noblest best of choices:  
Her Father too, whilst both were Young, designed  
His Brother-travayler, both nearly twined  
In strictest foreign League; oft Friendship proving  
Endeared more through dangers, stronger-loving:  
Yea, whilst an Infant was, had kissed beside,  
Oft Dandled in his arms the lovely Bride.  
Nor heightened lest that rarest Trance, or Dream,  
Wherein th' Immortal troop of Gods did stream  
Full showers of blessings on him; told RUFIN,  
Thus, threatening Visit (●o) though fond seen  
Th' ill-looked World once again, till viewed his fair  
Revived DORISBE in her (much brighter Star)  
Quick winged Post was straight dispatched, to tell  
What time precise: which noblest Promise well  
The Duke performed, sixth day for th' Journey choosing;  
Arrived; whose presence joy through all diffusing.  
Next day was kept their solemn Bridal Feast,  
Huge, pompous-garnished; many a Lordly guest,  
Knight, Lady there, whose gallant joined port  
Shone with the Lustre of some Prince's Court:  
All things most gorgeous left, for houshold-state,  
To th' ready hand, by proved COMANDRA late.  
Forth came the Bridesgroom and the lovely'st Bride,  
Claiming all eyes, all hearts to boot; descried  
The most Accomplished most transcendent Payr  
Throughout the World; great Heaven's wisdom, care  
Adored, in so well Forming, Matching them:  
Each of their Sex conceived th' amazing Gem:  
Whilst Wept some kinder Hearts withal, to view  
That sweetest wonder; Prayed for blessings too.  
His Suit and Coat (long that, large-shaped to th' eye)  
Skies coloured Satin proved, rich glorious Die:  
Skirt, sides, and sleeves to th' Coat, broad-bordered round  
With daintiest Fruits appeared; choice Silk for ground,  
Whose heights bright Silver, beamy Gold, t' express  
That Glistering Orchard of th' HESPERIDESES;  
Or th' artful Needle's Summer-portraiture:  
Prime mystic work (by TYRIAN Youths) and pure.  
There shone th' impurpled Grape, Pomegranate, Cherry,  
Peach, Orange, Pear; with Plum, small Coran-berry:  
Though just on th' back, rich blazing Sun did seem  
To gilled those Fruits, through smile ripened them.  
It's Breast long-buttoned down (for fashion, mould)  
With stretched-out Faulkons seemed, of Silk and Gold,  
Beaks purest Silver, which thrust forth to Bill.  
Th' whole Suit with smaller trails adorned, like skill  
Much richness showed; whose Buttons Pearls did wear.  
His Satin Buskins lastly, o'reflown as 'twere  
With silver-streamed ●ounts, most sweetly shined:  
Two lowest Elements th' whole work designed:  
Became that Person in compleatest sort;  
Though Blazed their truest Phoebus, he that wored.  
Hers, fair green Satin Robe; the lowest part  
Or Skirts whereof, most richly decked by Art  
With stately'st, lofty trails of growing Flowers;  
Silk, Silver, heightening Gold; thin pearly Showers  
Weeping on them from scattered Clouds above,  
Like Mays distilling Gems: There seemed to rove  
The loyt'ring Fly, that stout laborious Bee;  
How truely'st sucked! whilst higher men might see  
Small winged Birds, choice eyrie generation.  
Those Flowers beneath seemed part o'th' first Creation,  
So primely fair; where th' glistering Lily, Rose,  
Gillyflow'r, Tulip joined, did seem disclose  
More Sun-born beauties far, more Radiant cheeks  
Then painted Garden beds (there sweetly pecks  
Small Paun●ey too) All which might Fragrant from  
That influential bodies Touch become,  
Like Nature's brood: 'twas needless Springtide draught;  
By curious TYRIAN Virgins only wrought;  
Whose Goddess CHLORIS crowned might seem FLOSTEL.  
Her Sleeves did through Carnation Die excel;  
With gorgeous silver Ca●lwork covered o'er,  
As though Lights glistering Orbs▪ they (twinlike) bore:  
While th' purest Neck, with Demons flaming higher,  
Limbed forth that unknown Element of Fire.  
Lastly, Azure silken Vest, skarf-formed to th' eye  
(Worn so) Star-poudered like heavens Canopy,  
Boasted their Needles spark'ling Firmament:  
Those Flow's Earth's under-glory might present:  
Which Mantles shoulder decked resplendent Moon,  
Though she chief Cynthia shined, which had it on:  
For (Reader) know what Garb soe'er was worn,  
FLOSTELLA still did Braveness-self adorn.  
That tedious Noon-kept Triumph of the Taste,  
Their Dinner o'er (most full, gaudy'st repast  
Would tyre out Nature's eating force, undo  
Strongest appetite, cloy wanton fancy too)  
Rare Musick-strains, with Voyce-quires, banquet;  
All straight for th' ample Park prepared, took wings  
For Hunting-sport: the Lord POLINDOR where,  
FLOSTELLAS' self, with other Ladies there  
Brave mounted rod; most gallant view on Land.  
His Horse was white, by skilful Nature stained  
With blushing Spots; so glossie, shone, so clear,  
That skinned in Satin all (when stroaked, near  
Like-silken) appeared; whose moving Nostrils, Eyes  
Bred ardent Flames, for shape all Rarities.  
Trod th' Air so mounting, proud, as if some One  
O●h ' Suns winged Coursers were; disposed for none  
But th' Star bright milky Road: or (lastly) as knew  
His own and Riders matchless Beauty too  
(Both so excelling) whom the brave POLIND  
Best managed, Ruled, as (skilful) backed the Wind:  
Horse, Man, (indeed) so jointly motioned showing,  
They proved as 'twere one Piece, together growing.  
Her's, lovely'st Dappl'd-gray, prime thing, for Beast  
All Delicacy seemed (whom often pressed  
That proud COMANDRA) his wavy Mane, unbound,  
Like Nymphs loosed Morning-tresses, kissed the ground,  
How glass-bright fair, choice, beauteous-limbed, as it  
For Rose-bed only; silken Couch were fit!  
Light-motioned too, for th' heel, but showing more  
Fine awful Reverence, as conscious bore  
Some sacred Goddess; lest its daintiest Load  
Th' hard Earth should chance t' Offend, how nicely'st trod,  
With Sea-green Velvet-saddle was he decked,  
Wrought o'er with Silver Waves, by art bespecked  
Like foaming Froth, where glistering Dolphins shone,  
Rich-skaled as 'twere; both Dolphins, Waves thereon  
Moving, just as the wanton Palfrey moved.  
Her Stirrup, Bit, Gild silver both approved.  
Next these, Sky coloured Velvet Chariot (late  
COMANDRAS' glory, pride) Embroidered that  
To th' height, Pearl fringed, Six milk-white Horse attended  
Stag being run down, and those last funerals ended  
With shrillest Horns, th' arch Hunts-man's tuneful P●al  
Rocks, Woods conjoined in mournful Echoes still;  
Repast of various Chreams (that evening-hour  
By Masque like Silvans brought) long covered Bow●●  
Replenished, mixed with Fruits and choicest Wines:  
Whilst from those lofty Tops more ayre-confines  
(Skulked amongst the boughs) clear Cornets music sound.  
Rare sportive Strains for th' ear; hills, woods rebound.  
Then pranced both with Duke ORTHERIS home  
Ith' Chariot, store o'th' train Night-guests become.  
Their much too formal Supper being past,  
Night's Curtains spread, and all Spectators placed  
For artful Banquet of the ear and eye,  
Set, Courtlike Masque began; prime rarity;  
ANSELVIN's work; whose view through torches beams  
More heightened seemed, with Lady's sparkling gems.  

MASQUE.  
Large Curtain drawn, these Scenes their art did boast:  
First, Wilderness, which shaken seemed and t●st  
Through stormy Hail; Banks, Rocks were hoaryed o'er  
(truest Climb of horror found) Hobgobling store  
Whence boisterous Antique danced; thereby expressed  
Wild Furies, troublers of the World: nor ceased,  
Till enter'd those, Winds, flashy Lightning, Thunder.   

That next did Calmest Prospect prove (to wonder)  
Two lovely'st Mounts, where verdant Laurels grew,  
Bays, proud victorious Palms; most beauteous View  
Of Honour's Temple garnishing to th' One,  
Whilst on that other Virtues sweetly shone;  
Part-shaded both: betwixt those Mounts descried  
Smooth, slumbering Sea, Two Ships at anchor ride:  
'Bout whom, th' whole Watery Surface glister seeming  
(With Rocks) through TITAN's Golden Blaze, rich beaming  
Priest (lastly) from those Temples came, which bore  
This short Embassage to our Bridal Payr.   
That Six young Knights from powerful THRACIAN State,  
Sent to present the Lord POLINDOR late  
That Crown, as due from's royal Ancestors  
(Driven from thence by Fate of bloody Wars)  
Six Ladies too, from fruitful CYPRUS' Land  
Employed, with Crown at fair FLOSTELS command  
(Whose Right it was, PERSANDRAS' Heir disclosed)  
Their Barks through envious Furies, Storms opposed,  
Bright Honour, Virtue's Temple yet (at last)  
Both Meeting gained; toils, dangers overpast:  
Where wondering found that All were Agents sent  
To one Joined Princely Pair (most strange event  
As happy) now turned Fellow-servants proved:  
Which Nuptials being heard, transported, moved  
Through th' fair example, those in Love united;  
Espousing too: would shortly Attend; Recited.  
When from those loftly'st Temples heavenly Choir  
Of Priests appeared, Rose-crowned; to th' sweetest Lyr●  
Sung forth choice Epithalm, as one full Blessing  
On this grand Bridal, Those to boot expressing.  

The Song was thus.  

1.  
Storms and Furies vanished prove,  
Heaven hath those to Hell confounded;  
Lo, sweet'st-smiling Calm for Love,  
All's with Gales of Joy surrounded:  
Chirps sing,  
Lover's, Flowers make double Spring,   

2.  
One transcendent Sunlike Pair  
Hath produced six Pair of Lovers;  
Honour, virtues Buds they are,  
Each those Great ones Stamp discovers:  
Thus, Divine  
Influential Pair does shine.  
All Delights  
Crown your Days, your dearest Nights,  
Blessing sprung from Marryage-rites.    
Here, Water-nymphs- (Founts from that Sea expressing)  
With wavy-stained Robes, purled Tinsell-dressing  
Danced stream-like forth; besprinkled round the Room  
With choice Sweet-waters, Fragrant thence become.  
Third Scene and last Springs beauteous face assumed,  
Banks dressed with lovely'st Flowers, with Trees beplumed;  
Bright Founts like Ropes of Pearl, those banks ore-straying,  
Or Crystal Chains, Gems; danced (as 'twere) a Maying:  
Whilst chirping Birds, with various-tuned Notes,  
Herd, Chant it from those Wilder Champaign Grots.  
Ith' furthest end Delicious Arbour showing,  
God HYMEN's Bower, still Ro●ie-fresh, new blowing:  
From whence their Masquers came, Six comely Payr;  
Carnation Satin Robes, with Wreaths most fair  
(Flow'r-decked) like Lovers; Rich, bespangled trimming;  
Danced graceful up, their foremost Couple seeming  
Th' whole World for gallant Personage t' excel,  
Bate only Two, POLINDOR and FLOSTEL:  
The Duke ORTHERIS Face whilst changing oft  
Looks, colour both; most various-passioned Draught.  
Their Dance performed, All Faces turned to th' side,  
Where seated shone the Bridegroom and the Bride,  
Low-bowing all; when straight their middle-payr  
March slowly forth, and with Obaisance fair,  
Presented, ranged their Crown at either's feet,  
So back returning to their place: That sweet  
Harmonious Choir (meanwhile) of Priestly fashion,  
Joined, warbled round their Twofold Coronation.  

The Song was thus.  

1.  
Great and sovereign Pair for beauty,  
Virtue, as for Princely Birth,  
TO whom of duty  
Stoops all Excellence on earth;  
See what Fates reserve in store  
For you More.   

2.  
These bright Crowns, joint homage showing  
From Two faithful Lands, embrace;  
Presents owing  
Your High worths as Royal race:  
With their Persons, each imparts  
Rule o'er th' Hearts.   

Thus be twined  
Sceptres like yourselves, combined;  
Nor be You, those Crowns, outshined.    

'Twas rare, their Senses seemed to entrance;  
Song being closed, All roused for second Dance:  
Where choice Sounds took their ear, there active ey●  
Choice Motion, Beauty, choicest Bravery.   
Dance likewise done, That Foremost Couple straight  
Advanced to th' upper end, where fitly'st ●ate  
The Duke ORTHERE; Kneeled, crying, Our Lord and Father  
When, Startled he, overwhelmed confounded rather  
(Breath failed) cries, Who art thou comest with that Name▪  
And shape both, thus to torture me? I am,  
My Lord (said she) your Daughter● Ha? my Daughter?  
(Said he again) such once I had; When caught her  
By th' lovely'st trembling Hand (more grasping) near,  
Lest cheated with some Shade: Your Daughter (here  
Said she) DORISBE. Vanished Ghosts walk then  
(Said he) dead Corpse she proved, when but Fifteen;  
Buried. Supposed dead, my Lord, interred  
(Said she again) but heavens— What was't I heard  
(Said she) supposed dead? Am I awake?  
No doubt, my Lord, (said she) O do not take  
(Said he) th' Advantage of that comely'st Face,  
Voice, gentle Girl, to swell my Griefs (alas)  
Make me more Wretched. When, weeping (●o) soon after,  
Smiles mixed, Heaven knows (said she) I am your Daughter  
Which truth affirmed POLINDOR, standing by.  
When snatching her in's grasping arms, more nigh  
To th' panting heart, joined kisses; Th' art (said he)  
My Girl, my loved DORISBE; very she;  
The art she indeed. When th' Lady kneeling new,  
And this my Spouse, my Lord (said she, to view  
Showing THERSAMES) for which, though virtuous Prize,  
I beg your pardon. Th' haste it Daughter, rise  
(Said he) the Man seems worthy'st of esteem:  
Mean while, Spectators did transformed seem.  
When traversed slowly up from Door o'th' room  
A Lady, thinly'st Veiled, to proper whom  
Fine, gallant Pers'nage; Habit plain and neat;  
Best-carryaged too; who drawing near the seat,  
Clasping ORTHERIS round, in haste, cried out,  
My dearest Lord! when now, past jealous doubt  
'Twas all but Dream, turned staring; Who art thou  
(Said he again) comest to torment me now?  
Voiced, shaped thus? I am (replied she)  
Your Spouse and Wife. My wife? transformed he  
Replied in haste, all wonder) she again,  
Your Wife KALASPE. How those Fates mock men  
To death (said he, straight gazing through her Hood)  
Ha? somewhat here disturbs my frantic blood  
(Went on) afflicts me; sure 'tis general Night  
Of Doom, dead waken round: Dear, dearest Spirit,  
She was long since by th' Rock torn, battered, slain;  
I saw her mournful Ghost. Sore bruised, ta'en  
For dead, my Lord, (said she) but heavens supplied—  
Go, th' art her lovelyer Ghost. (he sudden cried)  
And this, Ghosts Field, that gloomy ELYSIUM:  
All's dead. No shade, my Lord (said she) become  
(Wept, throwing off her vail) Disown your poor  
Though true KALASPE, thus? strange broding hour  
Of Miracles! said he (soul-rapt, love-flaming)  
Caught, grasped her, kisses her; then straight exclaiming;  
Nay now th'u'rt she indeed, my best KALASPE!  
That Dying Hours at hand (behold) last Gasp,  
And heavens ordain through monstrous favour, I  
Must burst to Death in joyful Ecstasy:  
Gods, aid my Reason, lest your Kindest load  
Ore-whelm, confound this frailer Flesh and blood.  
Here Mother, Daughter straight, most fond flew  
Unto each others Breast, as raised anew  
From th' lowly Tomb; since deemed each other Dead;  
Such postures, looks, that grand joy might be said  
Half-taced like Sorrow; tears, smiles, Med-ley-kind:  
Th' Heart so o'erfraught, orepowred. Much joyed Polind  
Then bowing came, and then th' All-sweet Flostel  
Embraced her, Mother owned (whose Face t' excel  
Yet seemed; choice lovely'st wonder, were't not by  
That young unequalled Pair) their general Eye  
Acting the Silent rest, full Passion flows  
In sobrest Weeping round, for pause and close.  
Whilst some Spectators thought their former show  
No Masque, but Dream or Vision, ending so.  
Th' ore-rapt ORTHERIS, here, could scarce believe  
He Waked yet, till both their Story give;  
What wondrous ways obtained this Mystic Blessing;  
Those briefly'st each (then growing late) expressing:  
Though in DORISBES' story were concealed  
Some cautious truths, Truth though, what e'er revealed:  
Whose fuller Map we shall hold forth to view;  
Though Both of them wrapped up most briefly too.  
First for KALASPES short, though various Fate,  
Who was thrown down that dismal Rock, through hate  
Of vile LURGANOR (as long since was told)  
By huntsmen scared, when (lo) that uncontrol'd,  
Highest Providence so checked the threatening stroke  
That, levy Branch, grown forth 'bout 'midst o'th' Rock,  
Embraced her daintiest Limbs; did gently so  
Dandle them down to th● sprouting Branch, below,  
Which kindly'st Kissed them too: Though cruel Crag  
Oth' Rock, receiving next, might ●adly brag  
Of purest Blood; which rudely'st armed did throw'er.  
For second heavy'st Greeting, down much lower  
To th' Champaign-ground: where Lump of senseless Clay  
(Though fair to boot) Blood-purpled, bruised she lay.  
Chief Lord o'th' Hunting Train (as haply chanced)  
Came straightways Riding by, with Pity glanced  
On th' mournful Object; Pers'nage there espied  
Pure-formed, rich-jeweled, gorgeous-cloathed (beside)  
Which spoke her Noblest ranked; nor fully yet  
Despairing Life, conveyed that Corpse so sweet  
By gentlest Litter to his worthy Friend's  
(Some half-mile off) whom for important ends  
Late visited, his honoured nightly ●uest.  
And, being known Himself most learned Breast,  
Choyce-skiled as well as noble (through th' All wise  
Conjoined, All-pow'rfull Surgeon of the Skies)  
Caused Motion in short time, and next (ere long)  
Roused partly Sense; yea, faint Life-spirits sprung,  
Small vigour in som● few propitious days:  
Though still so low, weak voiced, weak-brained (alas)  
She could not least make known herself; nor came  
Lest Noise so far enquiry of such a Dame.  
When, being summoned Home through weighty Affairs;  
Mind sadly loath to leave her there to Stars  
Most doubtful, since junes warmer air could brook  
(As then) short way, soft Litters Couch, he took  
Her Person along with him, whose Roof could boast  
The world's prime rarest Surgeon (whence engrossed  
His Skill) though crazy grown, too old to ride:  
Had bound himself by sudden Vow, beside,  
Never to pass beyond that watery Bay  
(Seas branch some three miles broad) which, being theirway  
They smoothly crossed: now ne'er t' embrace the Shore:  
When Pirates seized their Bark; to melt, implore  
Fond vain attempt those Cutthroats of the Flood,  
Brothers of winds and waves, more friendly good  
From swimming found the strangely enfranchised Lord:  
When, going chiefly to cast overboard  
KALASPE as Corpse, faint burdenous Bulk; espying  
(Rich Sunshine jewell-box on th' Table lying  
(Grand Fees for cure) their Master tendrer-hearted,  
First spared her Life, than skilfullest hand imparted  
(Prime Surgeon) towards her Health; with thoughts (in fine)  
That she might prove his handsome Concubine.  
Thus, all of them soon reached the TYRIAN shore  
(Full-sayled) Full-bootyed too) straight turning o'er  
Their several Prisoners, sold for Slaves about  
Like Market-beasts (indeed) unhappy rout!  
KALASPE though was nicely'st kept at Home  
(Choice- Pearl) till healthfull'st, lovely'st grown; o'ercome  
Through whose sweet-pleading Tears (at length, as favour)  
To th'TYRIAN Queen, rewarded though, he gave her;  
Who loved much Grecians, beauty much extolled,  
E'er long as Chief 'mongst all her Train enrolled.  
Thus lived she Favoured there, most loved, admired  
For four years' space; though Pensive, sad; o'retired  
(Indeed) through eager, Courtly Suitors still:  
ORTHERIS though concluded Dead (worst ill!)  
Seen foully Mangled, Falling, Prostrate lie:  
Till Merchant-friend of hers, from ARCADY  
(Who chanced to spy her out) at Court arriving  
Informed her that ORTHERIS still was living;  
Live-buryed though through Grief; DORISBE turned  
Long since a Ghost, whom she most truly mourned.  
Thus, longing now for th' worthy'st Husband, Home  
(Whose Lady-queen, Death's Bond-mayd then become,  
Fully freed her) that Merchant shipped her hither;  
Last, to SARMARA brought (near hand) where either  
Wearied Reposed, till, noised PO●INDOR'S Feast,  
Thus stole she up, unknown intruding Guest.  
As for that vile ' LURGANOR, with's belov'd  
Damned rout, by Sea fit sops for Whales they proved.  
Next, fair DORISBES' wondrous Fortune view;  
Whose Mother being surprised by th' rambling Crew  
(As hard) her Father too most sad-confined  
To's pleasant Lodge; gored both in body, mind;  
She straight to th' Countess, her great-Lady Aunt  
(Chief Town, SARMARA) came; might justly vaunt  
Then 'bout Fifteen ripe Beauty most excelling;  
Most sweet: sweetest Nature also paralleling.  
Her Aunt and she (month after) on solemn day  
Gracing JOVE'S Temple both, as then, to pay  
Public devotions there; her Gallant Spouse  
Most brave THERSAMES saw her, humbly bows  
THE Imperial Love: that Jove-spoused Deity  
She seemed alone, great'st JUNO from on high  
Come down, to whom all Hearts due sacrifice.  
Whom viewed with what most dear regards! descries  
What speaking Flames (as 'twere) of honour, love,  
Soul-panting there! since Souls do clearly move  
Ith' eyes bright splendid Orbs, and th' under-cheek:  
Looks sued vowed; Looks Burned thence, as quick  
Froze too, when th' Blood retired from face to th' Heart,  
Which Wooing gestures, being on her part  
Fully observed, whilst Gazed the rest (his prime  
Accomplished Form, rich courtly Garb) betime  
Were answered back by th' Lady thus, so rare,  
Fine, modest Sweetness shone, that thence Dispair  
Might well seem checked; though checked Presumption (too;  
Th' hallowed Rites done, THERSAMES needs must (view  
His radiant Morningstar to th' very Set;  
Traced her to th' door, some cautious distance yet;  
Where seeming Blind, as than h'had lost Daylight,  
Soul both with her, there sallied forth in fight  
Spruce, middle-aged Physick-doctor, named FORENZ:  
Old Friend of his, first by his Grandsire's means  
Brought up from Clouts, maintained of Alms; preferred  
By's Father too, to whom long since appeared  
Owing for's Life; choice Doctor thought, esteemed  
By th' Countess aunt, whose constant Lodger seemed:  
Her Girl his Patient then, Darling beloved.  
Whom marching fitly'st by, as prompted, moved  
By powerful Fato, THERSAMES gladly embraced  
(Th' whole thing by th' Lady spied by chance, who cast  
Glance from above) straight drew him roundly on  
To by-nook, cloistered Place; where both alone,  
Enquired of him who that Young Lady was.  
FORENZ informed him straight, i'th' second place  
Who●h ' Guardian-aunt. THERSAMES strongly prayed,  
That, privilege through his procurement, aid,  
Entering, he might salute that Sovereign part  
Of Nature's wonder, breathing forth his heart  
By th' Tongue, as Blaz'a it lately by his Eyes.  
FORENZ, grown pensive, sad, wished him be wise;  
New-minds him of her great'st illustrious Birth,  
Huge, dazzling Fortunes too; her Aunt th' whole earth  
Not matched for towring'st mind, almost, beside  
Known loftly'st Aims for her: Informed, what Tide  
O● Big-ranked Suitors there, though mentioned one  
Grand, mighty Lord, most urged by th' Aunt alone  
(Whom yet conceived she loathed) for damping close,  
How strictly austere her Aunt; Maids, Daughters, those  
Sti●l Scout-like following her: no way did seem  
T' obtain the Prize, but by strange Stratagem.  
THERSAMES when replied; O, dearest Friend  
Support me, or I sink ingulph'd; but lend  
Your 〈◊〉 aid; in Losing her  
I'm wholly Lost, Whose Reason, Life (dear Sir)  
Bound up in her become: O make me able  
To grasp, Enjoy, or know I'm miserable.  
The Doctor startled, knowing well his high  
Obliging, double Scoar, strong friendly Tie  
Connexed to boot; Entreats him pause that Even,  
Self-conquest practice, try; by th' hour of Seven  
Next Morn (howe'er) he'd wait on him again.  
Home goes FORENZ with shrewdly puzzled brain,  
Sadly tasked thoughts, should this Love-fit endure,  
By what safe Means both sturdy Work and Cure  
T' effect at once, prime Cordial since fruition:  
First groundwork though in this Abstruse condition,  
The Lady's conquest seemed, her Love ● ' o'ercome;  
Fair hopes whereof, that choicest Natures Bloom,  
Her sweetest Goodness: next, most gallant Shape,  
Of young THERSAME, Court-garb (whilst seemed as Rape  
To loathe that rude-formed Lords, embrace) severe,  
Strict, sourest Aunt: Her friendly'st aspect there  
Regard towards him, whose Patient, when arrived  
There first, became; Sick-grown through un-reprieved  
Dear Mother's loss, weak ' Father's body, mind:  
Though, won her Love, dark cloudy'st Maze behind:  
Since guarded so, to th' secret Closet even,  
Lest (Praying) thence should flutter up to Heaven,  
Dandled 'twixt some enamoured Angel's arms;  
How to convey her thence, no Magic, charms.  
Sore mused he that visits debt next Morn  
Discharged, performed, he finds in Bed forlorn,  
Perplexed THERSAMES; Stormy-souled; his Blood  
Turned feverish, strange, doleful'st Lovers mood:  
Crying, O FORENZ, support; redeem me from  
Love's earthly Hell, this burning friezing Doom.  
When, grasping him in's arms, through-pierced FORENZ  
Cried; cheer up boldly, worthy'st Youth, from hence  
●ind me th' Oared Slave to serve thy Loving passion;  
Though sunk my Life i'th' boisterous Navigation:  
●id rise, and rouse withal his Amorous brains,  
Write unto her in th' most endearing Strains  
〈◊〉, Love; that Temples place express  
●here viewed her first, what Bodies clothes, Souls dress  
(Kind Gestures looks) he wore, displayed as then:  
Three hours consumed, he'd call on him again.  
THERSAMES penned his worthy'st Thoughts, as writ  
In ardent Flames for Ink, highest Passion, Wit;  
So purely harmonious Sounds, so Musical  
Love-stile (indeed) 'twould Savage-brest enthral:  
How limbed his Passions forth, her heavenly Beauty!  
Th' Heart sent enclosed as Sacrifice of duty.  
FORENZ, returning back, joined underneath  
Much also, shown his Friend; as powerful Wreath  
To crown belief: Wherein his Pen conjured  
Her strongest Faith to all he wrote; Assured  
First of's gentilest Birth (though highly'st raised  
Their Ancestors) his Ports, good Nature blazed  
(Known to him from the Womb) his Full and free  
Estate to boot, discovered punctually:  
Love last confirmed, whose Agonies descried;  
Breathing through Hope, else sure the Youth had dy`d;  
Gods th' awful Witness then Invoaked to all,  
Whose Powers he feared, adored. But least befall  
Nice doubts o'th' Party ought, he Begged thus far,  
That she'd next Morn, in person grace Be-star  
Some Window; Ten conceived most vacant Hour;  
When, in such former clothes, that gallant Flower  
Of Youth should pass by, fixed Hand o'th' breast.  
Whom if she would with Favour crown, make Blest  
By secret Flight, as both should safely Ordain;  
Then begged, beseeched, next Morn to that again  
('Bout Ten) placed near her sickly'st Consius Bed,  
Walls darker side (as used) he entered,  
She'd stroke (for sign) with gentlest Hand her eye;  
Then thrust i'th' Bosom straight; drawing more nigh,  
Take lower under's Cloak (by nimble slight)  
Small Glass from's wary reach'd-out Hand, but light;  
Cased round with Paper all, which straight convey  
T'her faithfullest Cabinet from th' eyes of D●y.  
Though sadly'st sued, if Doomed beyond repeal  
This worthy'st Youth for Death, she'd these conceal.  
FORENZ, love-furnished thus, about eleven  
Entered his Patient's room, where bounteous Heaven  
Had set DORISBE, being newly'st come  
(As Kindly used) walls darker side; on whom  
Most wistly Glancing, whilst she sweetly Blushed  
(Prepared for some Design) he softlier pushed  
Into her gentle hand (quickest under-slight)  
That Paper which the Lady took: from sight  
Wrapped up, as though forewarned o'th' Amorous plot:  
T'her Closets councel-board, ere long, she got  
(Mayd-following) and, closed her Door, began  
With newblown Roses there (alas, too plain)  
To read her Lines; when shortly Milky'st white  
Seemed it overflow those beds of Roses quite,  
Sweet'st-pale. She read (choice scroul with love Begemed,  
Word-pearls) th' eyes Gild it, how oft! though streamed  
No doubt at all, who th' Lovesick Person was,  
Yet, mildly'st ere Ten hour, the Windows glass  
She pleased t' Adorn; through which, being Crystalline,  
Full-viewed, did like to th' fair AURORA shine  
Through th' eastern Casements; standing reading there,  
Near large broke Pane (which seemed Compliance bear)  
Maid working by. Th' approved THERSAMES came;  
Most Sunlike pers'nage, clothed all in Flame,  
Gold, beauty, love; his Goddess soon espies,  
Whom (undiscerned) adored, with fixed eyes  
On her, than Heaven; his Hand across the breast:  
So, passing slowly on, such looks at least,  
Mild Sweetness from those Window- clouds, distilling,  
As blazed her forth no Tiger brood, nor killing.  
Sight being past, much more this second day  
The sweet DORISBE Mused, does sober weigh  
All things; besides that soul offensive Lord,  
Tart, strictest Aunt, her Servant seemed stored  
For Birth, estate to boot t'her humble Mind;  
His parts and goodness glistering much, though shined  
His lovely'st Person with Planetick blaze.  
To her own Fancies wish; unmatched: the Face  
Body (indeed Compound Enamouring.  
His Love last heightened all, whose noblest Spring  
Sublime and High, since begged her Self alone.  
These weighed, she Sighed; when, wondering at that one,  
Sighed three times o'er: perceived too plainly there  
That she was growing now Unselfed (as 'twere)  
Non-hearted, thralled; given up unto Another;  
Which strange surmounting Fits, whilst strove to smooth  
Saucy'●t increased; more Mused, the more she Loved:  
Th' own Heart (alas) since kind Revoltress proved,  
For absent, poor THERSAMES strongly pleading,  
Thus, sick through Fancy▪ qualms, this new Love breeding  
She yielded herself up, for governed by  
Great Love, well-known FORENZ, and Destiny.  
Next prosperous Morn, at th' hour and place required,  
She gave to joyed FORENZ (as wished, desired)  
Those dear sweet Signs; drawing near, with gentlest H●●●  
Received that mentioned Glass; which, closely gained,  
Concealed some while, to th' Closet lightly tripped  
(Maid following) spring-locked her door, unstriped  
That precious Glass; found Paper- cased o'er;  
Wherein FORENZ did strongly'st thus implore.  
As first, that she would trust more boldly, Sued,  
Heaven and his faithful Care, resolve, conclude  
For secret Flight; sought stolen embrace alone;  
Which should such Wondrous easy Ways be done,  
Sure, safe (as he'd next Morn by lines discover,  
Given near her Cousin's Bed, Plot strangely above'er)  
Th'whole World should ne'er pursue, their Joys debar:  
THERSAMES goodly'st Seat, Estate as far  
(Resides) removed, as reached th' ARCADIAN Bound.  
Meanwhile, beseeched her drink that most renowned  
Choice Cordial sent, th' World's only Sovereign;  
'Twould mint new Spirits, steel both Heart and Brain  
For th' crowned Exploit at hand (some's meaner Power  
she'd tried, approved) but begged t' observe her Hour:  
Eight next Morn, by her Watch, th' attendant Maid  
Sent down for Drink, then step to th' Closet (prayed)  
Close by her, toss it off: the empty Glass  
Thrown forth at Window, straight amongst the grass  
(Wild Plot beneath) whereby confirmed, lo,  
That she had drunked, he'd watchful Seize it so  
(Lest spied, that Glass bred thoughts of some combining)  
So straight to th' naked Bed herself resigning:  
'Twould sudden short refreshing Slumber breed:  
Though begged, conjured, as loved their Lives (indeed)  
Those Papers both should over night be burned;  
Their Plot thence being Entombed, to cinders turned.  
'Twas thus far Managed well, faint hope t' invight;  
Next, young THERSAMES Heart he cheered (as right)  
Him Cordiallized; who seemed to endure  
Strange bandyes betwixt Heaven and Hell; procure  
Two large false Beards enjoined him anon,  
Till's utmost Lovers Task be shortly known.  
Next following Morn by eight, the rarely sweet  
DORISBE (every point performed as meet)  
Maid being sent down for Drink, and th'hidden Gloves,  
Caroused her Potion off; then nimbly moves  
To th' Bed again; where, warmly couched, ere long  
Cold frozen Vapours seemed at once to throng  
Her sadly oreclouded Brain, benumbed, congealed:  
Limbs stretched, Sense stifled, gone whilst clozing sealed  
Black, dismal Night those jewels of her eyes;  
Some softer groans; O death (no more) she cries:  
Stiff, pale, like Death's more pure-complexioned Queen:  
Dire Cordial; doleful'st Slumber ere was seen.  
The Maid returning now, lesle quick of foot,  
With sudden start, and loud outcries to boot,  
Called up her Countess-Aunt; the Doctor then  
(Sweetest, lovely'st Corpse beheld, choice Picture, Scene  
Of human frailty) when the damped FORENZ  
Grown pensive, sad, startling (th' Head turned thence,  
Breast struck withal) cried, Fearfullest Symptoms showed  
'Twas that new kill Pestilence, which trod  
With sudden Death; advised her Aunt (howe'er)  
She should till ten at Night lie couched there,  
Shrouded alone, which would Resolve how strong  
That Band of Death; though then affirmed 'twere Wrong  
To th' Living, not to Coffin her, Inter:  
Because that inward Venom, lodged in her,  
Would Fume-like breath forth by that hour, exhale:  
Which th' Aunt approved, scarce seen to melt, bewail  
(Stout, frosty-tempered breast) though worthy'st Niece  
Might claim all Tears, th' whole Fun'rall-tide of Greece.  
And thus, ere long, the sweetly delicate  
(Though corpse) DORISBE shrouded was, Death's ma●e;  
Whose Shrouding-cloath beneath her Chin did pass  
(Such th' use) broad Bongrace only o'er her Face  
Shelving, as slept: her Head most Nightly dressed.  
When one o'th' Shrouders (Laundress, greedy beast)  
Rich Di'mon-rings upon her fingers spying,  
Which through much Care (alas) o'ernight (lesle eyeing)  
She had kept on, vowed those costly Gems t' obtain:  
Though Custom made such dangerous seizure, gain  
Foul Crime, called robbing th' Dead: what ever G●m  
(Death sudden chanced) being still interred with them,  
If worn upon their naked Corpse: so sways  
Fancy in Customs oft, more fond strays.  
FORENZ; the measure having well espied  
For th' Coffin, charged THERSAMES straight provide  
The 〈◊〉; fair-clasped, part filled next with Mold  
(Nor urging reason why) his Watch when told  
That Midnight's hour of twelve, transformed disguised  
With's stranger Beard and Cloak, some meaner-prized  
Th' other Beard worn by him) from's pleasant Place,  
That lonely Garden-cabin, wary trace  
(Fine, wall-joyned Summer-room) since having Door  
To th' open Fields, which large-spread Fields before  
The Countess Gardens Postern fitly'st lay;  
Wood-cops adjoynd: thither be sure convey  
That Coffin, there● concealed, close-sculking lie  
Till whistels Sign performed; then, loaded hie  
To th' Garden▪ door (worst past) where he'd attend him:  
That sovereign Night his longed-for joys should send him:  
Ten being come at night, full fourteen hours,  
No sign appeared i'th' Corpse of living Powers:  
The Lady therefore Coffined then in haste  
'Slight Fun'rall-form, though dismal Torches cast  
Sad, mournful flames, some Weeping Household eyes  
(Since was conceived prime Bud of Rarities,  
Beloved, admired by all) such running State,  
Was done to th' arched Vault conveyed straight  
(In Shades) most near their Gardens postern-dore:  
Where by her uncle's slumbering Corpse (no more)  
Lodged in those doleful Chambers of the Dead.  
E'er one o'th' Clock somewhile (O Night of dread!  
Marked dismal hour!) that Whorish jade, fore▪ named,  
(Laundress i'th' house) whose heart long since inflamed  
Those Di'mon-rings, left in her Ruffian-wooer  
By thievish stealth, through th' Gardens Postern-door  
(Trick plotted so from Noon) for load-conveighing  
Fair Coffin stuffed with earth (as charged obeying  
His Wenches rules) well-clasped, DORISBES' size:  
Whom boldly led short closest way to th' Prize:  
Entered that shaded Vault, where, leavings own,  
DORISBES' precious Coffin (throughly known)  
Hoist up in's arms, joged roundly forth at Door  
(Soft-locked again) which crafty'st further bore  
From th' common Path (that Copse too near, displeasing)  
To poor, old, broken Cot: where shoulders easing  
Doubly Rich load, indeed) with's Tools began  
To break, unclasp; resolved those Rings to gain,  
Or crop their Fingers if they sullen stuck.  
Her Corpse ordained then, for th' neighbouring Brook  
(Daintiest Fish-food) though Molten Crystal Tomb,  
Still Weeping o'er her bones, 'twould thus become.  
That Wench but newly gone, through Shades about▪  
Cautious FORENZ, whose Chamber like some Scout  
Opened to th' Garden, blest, propitious chance  
(Thinking indeed he had weighed each Circumstance)  
Stole with's dark Lantern down (though walking mu●●d  
Oft late) to th' Postern-door, where found as used  
That's ready Key, left chiefly for his ease;  
That might by th' early Dawn (if so did please).  
Go forth, return, 'bout Life and Death's Affairs.  
Door being open, he whistled straight, then stairs  
Upon that neighbouring Copse with forged Beard;  
When forth the roused THERZAMES straight appeared  
With's Coffin all disguised, and forward paced  
To th' Garden-door; from whence most softly traced  
Behind his leading Chief (FORENZ as trod  
Some dismal Maze of death) to th' sad Abo●e  
Oth' dead, the Vault; straight gazing wildly round,  
Where sweetest, beloved DORISBE might be found:  
Ghost nigh become. So, nimbly, down with that  
(Low cried FORENZ) and help to take up straight  
Your Mistress; pointing forth to th' Coffin then:  
Ay! forlorn! (the poor THERSAMES when)  
And have I found at length dead Mistress? cries.  
No, no (said th' other) whilst she lives; be wise;  
Quick, take her up. Ah sweetest, dearest Soul  
(Said he) my jealous Boding Heart! Control  
Those fonder thoughts (the stout FORENZ replied)  
Away with her. Thus, hoist by either's side  
Their new false Coffin's born (the Garden-door  
Soft closed, locked) their Cloaks thrown spreading o'er  
(Strange Fat●s abuse!) till, entered now the Fields,  
Paths justly feared; more comfort straying yields,  
Wheeling about; THERRAMES mournful Heart  
Panting Death's solemn March, their Fun'rall-part  
Bore sighing Lungs: till passing jointly by  
(Unwares) th' old broken Shepherds Cot, most nigh;  
Th' arch-guilty Rogue, straight going to Divorce  
(Just then) those precious Fingers (dismal curse!)  
From th' daintiest hand, since could not from those Rings;  
These judged Pursuer-like; forth madly flings  
With horror, Prize and Body left behind:  
Part-viewed through th' open Wall, as glimmering shined:  
So that FORENZ with's Lantern glanced in▪  
Where true DORISBE (●o, sad Corpse) was seen.  
Good heaven's (cried out FORENZ) we're mocked, abused;  
Here lies DORISBE. Fates and death! (Soul-bruised  
THERSAMES cried) alas! and is this she?  
Dear, truest Corpse now, butchered, slain! said he;  
Grasped, kissed her. No, no she breaths, she lives  
(Said next FORENZ, though strangely Amazed, misgives  
Whilst th' honest Heart) 'tis only deeper Trance  
I cast her in; be cheered: with eagrest glance  
Scouting th' whole body round, though then espied  
Nor wound, nor seeming bruise: at last descried  
Those Rings; skin rippled 'bout them, broke: Behold  
Grieved Youth (said he) those tempting Gems and Gold  
That caused this grand Delusion; quick, convey  
Her body hence: whilst he; Dear, dearest clay,  
I shall not long survive thy Sweetness (cried)  
Nor mine own Joy. She has not least Bruise (replied  
FORENZ) no more; that sovereign Potion oft  
I've used; quick, bear her hence. Thus closing soft  
Her Coffins top, more air (though nimbly than  
Their own stuffed Coffin broke, through ready mean  
Oth' fled Rogues borrowed tools, least being found  
Caused jealous Wonder; pouring th' Earth on ground  
Planks took along) with quick though wary'st paces  
Towards that Garden-cabin either traces.  
Being safe Arrived, their daintiest Corpse anew  
Was in th' warm Bed interred: Ah dismal view!  
Death's perfect draught! The poor THERSAMES cried;  
Still mourning, weeping o'er. With faith confided  
In Heaven and Art (said rarely'st skilled FORENZ)  
She s●eeps alone; by Three, thy greedy Sense  
Please with DORISBE and all her charming Graces.  
O Heavens (said he again) what Rack surpasses  
My torturing fears? so long? that needs not neither  
(Replied FORENZ) this cold Frost, cloudy weather,  
Death's fog, my Art much sooner can dispel;  
So, clear th' all-fair, all-lovely Clime. From Hell  
O then redeem poor me (THERSAMES cried)  
As her from rapeful Death; whose Darling, pride  
Long since become: scarce, scarcely he'll let her go.  
Here powerfullest Unguents, cordials straight did show  
Th' admired FORENZ; how bathed her Temples, Breast!  
Rubbed, chafed, her then: Nor loyt'ring proved the least  
THERSAMES, labouring for second Life  
(Stolen mournful Kisses oft) 'twas eager strife  
Which should exceed: Till now, some half an hour  
Thus spent, dissolved; their Seat each living Power  
(Awaked) resumed; she moving, warm became;  
Both Cheeks and Lips thin-blossomed o'er: All Flame  
THERSAMES when, she lives, she lives (he cried)  
She moves; all Beauty, Virtue else had died  
With my Heart also: grasped her, Kisses then  
Snatching such ravenous-wise (true Lover's Scene)  
As though would that Life's sweetest Advantage take  
(Dear, dearest Flash) lest soon the Corpse forsake:  
Or, feared her Modesty, would thus improve  
That living Dream for's hungerstarved Love:  
Kisses (indeed) whose kindest Alarm more  
Might waken at that sweetest Rubie-dore.  
When, gently'st rousing now, fresh, gallant Spring  
Flowered on her Cheeks and Lips, forth seemed to bring  
Entombed lost Ravishments; Those radiant Eyes,  
Life's daybreak, as the worlds, their Crystal Skies  
Shone forth unclosed. O Heavens (than said she)  
Where am I? in what World? Madam, you be  
In th' old one; sa●e, secure: FORENZ replied.  
Are you not Ghosts then? shadows? straight she cried.  
No Ghosts but men; soon answered they: Indeed  
(Said she again) that ghostly Vale, if Freed,  
I traversed passed but now; what you, FORENZ?  
Pray, where's THERSAMES? Rapt, transported whence  
Since seemed that pure Angellick Tongue to sound  
His Name in favour forth, that instant crowned  
Lord of th' whole World) Dear Madam, here he cried)  
Kneeling withal submisfull by your side  
For Pardon, if his Love have least offended.  
Alas! said she (therewith th' eyes gently bended,  
Choice blush) I thought not you had been so near  
Rise Sir, you have't: which spoke translated here  
To heaven, those snowy Hands she kissed, then leaped  
TO her sweetest Lips. Sure I have sound slept  
(Said she) to night. Full fourteen hours; replied  
FORENZ. Strange! wondrous! hark, my Aunt (she cried)  
My Maid comes (gazing) Heavens bless me (then)  
How strange my Chamber's altered! Smiling when  
Th' o'erjoyed FORENZ; Madam, you're now i'th' Arm●s  
And Bed of young THERSAMES, powerful Charms  
Against Bugbear-spies; remote: Is't possible?  
Said she again. Most certain truth, to th' full:  
Answered FORENZ. Sweet Madam, let not that  
Displease you (joined low-bowing THERSA●ES straight)  
Loves over-sawcy Crime. It doth not, Sir  
(Said she) but yet the Manner how does stir  
My Souls amazement. Madam, you were drowned  
In deepest Trance, by th' potion (said profound  
FORENZ) thought Dead; next, by elev'n at night  
Coffined, in th' Vault interred; ere morning Light  
Stolen thence by us, false Coffin left i'th' room:  
Though after told her out th' whole story's sum.  
Bless me (said she) and was I Voted, thought  
Dead corpse (nigh fainting) Coffined too? i'th' Vault  
Dolefull interred? My lifes dear Life you were  
THERSAMES said. Dead, or alive, whate'er  
Methought (said she) those Fields, that gloomy Wood  
I traced, where wandered thinnest Ghosts; 'twas good  
You Veiled your dismal Project so from th' eye,  
Scarce had I ventured on't. Nor truly ●ad I,  
Best Lady, lest informed (THERSAMES said)  
Exposed you thus; though through Despairing dead.  
Come simple Punees (cried the unmatched FORENZ)  
YE are both in Nature's Schools; by powerful means  
Of this Device, you now may follow Home  
This brave Youth to his country, travail, roam  
(If please) th' whole World, since marshaled amongst the Dead,  
My Self too safe, secure, unquestioned.  
When sweetly'st she, with blushing smile displayed  
Down-glance, The Gods indeed have Both conveyed  
Strangely'st together thus (th' All-powerfull, Wise)  
What ever else their joined Divinities  
Have fixed, Ordained? 'Tis in your sovereign Power  
Dear gentlest Madam (cried THERSAME) this hour  
Next Voice of Heaven, to close up all for me  
In blessedness. When, sweetly'st breathing she  
Again, Since heavens and You have managed it  
Thus far (stupendious Work ineed) thought fit,  
I yield, resign●me. Crowned, exalted when,  
Dear Madam, please but to confirm it then  
(Said he) to th' Touch, with sweetest sealing Kiss:  
Whose favour deigned, he reaped that single Bliss  
Full ten times o'er. When, richly'st blushing she,  
You cannot blame (I hope) my Modesty.  
Mean while (went on) Yourselves since forced to these  
Strange naked Pastures. On our humble Knees  
Best Madam (cried THERSAMES) we should rather  
Implore your pardon for't. As Beard-grown Father  
To both (said then FORENZ) Come, come despise  
Such squeamish Toys, poor simple Niceties  
'Twixt Love-conjoyned breasts; whom for a space  
I now must leave entwined: sore words: Alas!  
And will you leave me thus then? (straight replied  
DORISBE drooping, sad. L●, there's (he cried)  
Your worthy'st Guardian, one that dares no wrong,  
Will pri●e your Person; Fame (believe't) among  
Things sacred: trust that noblest Character  
I wrote of him. When strait-petitioned her  
THERSAMES too, for gracious Confidence  
For why, that Night (howe'er) ●ain would FORENZ  
Be thought within; Key left i'th' postern found;  
From whence to's Chamber close and shaded ground:  
Should early too, next morn, some physical  
Receipts to th' young sick Cousin give withal.  
By seven he would not fail t' attend her there,  
When they'd provide for needful'st things to wear:  
Priest last should be procured, for joining fit.  
Mean while with what Delights, how various sweet  
Kisses discourse, th' enamoured Youthful Pair  
Melted those Sugared hours! things new and rare,  
Dainties as yet to both! much more Sublimed  
Through past fears, tortures, jealousies (though primed  
Love-sweets become, when with both Arms and Lip●  
Th' Heart moves, kind sympathising temper keeps,  
United Souls when seemed embrace and kiss)  
All modest, chaste: Nights gentle shades their bliss  
First (conscious) shrouding; then, the fainter Dawn  
Peeped glimmering Witness through, till Charret-drawn  
Forth rod the golden Day; through sundry choice  
Of Seasons variating more their joys:  
Whilst hug'd THERSAMES thus (transported, ' proved)  
Some Angel in death-smock; or Buriall-shroud:  
Strange, mistick-fine possession of her there  
Given in's own Bed, from courteous Fate as ' 'twere.  
His Man (besides) i'th' Country then to view  
Some nearest Friends; thus, naught o'th' Coffin knew.  
By seven returned FORENZ, when 'twas agreed,  
THERSAMES (since lesle known) should bring with speed  
Some Silk-Gowns ready made, for th' present use;  
With Linen; all things needful else, and Spruce:  
Which task how gladly embraced! in no long time  
Brought Choice of all: one fit-sized Gown, the prime  
DORISBE chose; unseen, though viewed them there  
Ith' Bedchamber, nor would FORENZ appear.  
Thus, being Bridelike dressed, ere long their hands  
Priest-closely linked in Hymenaean Bands;  
The Lady veiled; THERSAMES with FORENZ  
Disguised in those false Beards: lesle danger thence.  
Next blissful Night was paid i'th' Garden-bow'r  
Wedding-joyes total Sum, loves Golden▪ shower:  
Dear, sweetest DORISBE now (contemning harms)  
New-tranced and buried in her Lover's arms.  
Those Coffins blazed themselves with Funeral afire.  
Short time she stayed in Town for clothes, attire;  
Till, furnished like THERSAMES Wife, FORENZ  
Saw them SARMARA leave; new-coached from thence:  
Though breathed both sides in Tears their last Farewell.  
Thus did this Lady honoured, happy dwell  
Far off, remote (most plenteous too) till dead  
Her Countess-Aunt, SARMARA visited  
Near-hand: was to her Brother late unclouded;  
Made known; though from ORTHERIS fitly shrouded.  
Though Both did thus their Story raise, advance  
For best to th' view; That, through Lethargic Trance  
(Thought that new Pestilence) with haste interred,  
That Villain stole her thence, most likely (as heard)  
Employed t' obtain those Gems; till, passing by  
THERSAMES, nimbly'st fled: Who painfully  
(Judging her Noblest-ranked, perhaps not dead  
But Tranced, signs found) conveyed her to his Bed;  
E'er long through's care Restored: whose earnest Love,  
Known general worth, did Marriage-motives prove;  
For Life too (strongest Scoar) most dearly engaged:  
Though known, her Father thence might turn enraged.  
This ended, from the side spruce comely Pair  
Marched slowly forth, whose Hands conjoined are;  
Most cheerfull-eyed, fresh-cheeked to boot; so fine  
Their Habit, Garb, some Bridal thence did shine;  
FORENZ, ARDIAN these indeed (Beloved  
Nurse to FLOSTEL) whom, Widow then, approved  
Still handsome youthful Piece; Neat-fashioned, bred  
Moneyed, rich-farmed for life (near gains Wellhead  
SARMARA Town) the Doctor stoutly wooed;  
Soon won, overcame: though secret Wedding showed;  
For which Offence FLOSTELLAS' pardon there  
Both humbly asked: who (sparkling Smiles howe'er)  
Wished them chief Marriage-joy; 'twas sport become,  
New Masque of jolly mirth, to all the Room.  
Th' o'erjoyed THERSAMES and DORISBE though  
Most gladly embraced him, t' whom speaking low,  
Thus said FORENZ; I hope you passed by  
My Potions part, i'th' late strange History,  
As 'twas resolved, agreed: They told him, Yes;  
'Twas wisely done: thus ended all in bliss,  
Short running Banquet though, for sweeter close;  
When all withdrew, sought Nature's calm repose:  
Though second Wedding-night that proved as 'twere  
(Love's joys revived) to th' late forlorn ORTHERE.  
(Thus (Reader) from these Towry heights we view  
Spread Cottage-plains, with Pastoral troops, anew;  
Those two gentile-born Nymphs, DULCENZA fair  
MARPESA, in chief; to whom (kind noblest care)  
POLINDOR wrote apart, with his own hand:  
In which did (first) Confess th' obliging Band,  
His great Engagement for their Virgin-loves;  
In th' second place with Pen conjuring moves  
Their joined Beliefs, that he naught disesteemed  
Their Persons, Parts, or Birth; since worthy'st deemed:  
But rather proved (as then) lesle freely Inclined  
To settled Marriage, of untuned mind  
To th' rustic Plains, besides some secret Fate  
Ordained him for FLOZTELS espoused mate:  
Although he should their precious memories  
Still strongly Love, their persons chastely prize  
Next to his own Wife; rest to th' clozing end  
(If proved) their Real, true, commanded Friend.  
These Lines instilled to either's Maiden breast  
Some Balmy comfort (sorest wound, unrest  
(Indeed) where true Love seems disdained and scorned)  
Though both of them with Showers of Pearl adorned  
Their blubbered Lines; as if from thence should Grow  
Those precious, dear Love-fruits, which late did flow  
Dropped from his gentle Pen, as Relics kept;  
Began both now with melting hearts t' accept  
Their constant Servants, who had pined for them;  
Brave Youths, gentilest-born, each deemed as Gem;  
(MENANDER, whom, SIRENUS we did call)  
Fair-fortuned like their Mistresses withal:  
Though both the women's portions doubled by  
ORTHERIS were, through friendly'st courtesy  
(Those sums left free to their own power, disposing)  
Such ardent Fires these gallant Youths disclosing;  
More love not bare those Nymphs to th' Lord POLIND.  
Two several Wedding days they chose, designed;  
Each celebrating thus that others Feast,  
Kind Partners in't; both happy Wives and blessed.  
All which, their Parents too, as first they were  
(Most part) joynt-sufferers with Duke ORTHERE;  
Sharing with him that peaceful'st pastoral Life;  
So when, recovered thus his dearest Wife,  
Scene changed for Home; They also, still his train  
Kind Shadows as it were, took leaves o'th' Plain  
Four years consumed (as if in honour trod  
His Steps) returned to their gentile Abode.  
And now FLOSTELLAS' House was freed from guests,  
Wedding-coyl, business o'er; those Masquing, Feasts,  
Gay costly triumphs; Progress time become:  
Th' o'erjoyed ORTHERIS now his ancient Home,  
With's dear New-lived KALASPE, longed to view  
(Since growing Friends, part-reconciled anew  
To th' gentler-visaged World) that stately Seat,  
Where next to his own King (indeed) most great,  
Powerful, transcendent lived, for fourteen year  
(Though proved the Court his constant glistering Spear)  
'Twas Place, for all respects, magnificent,  
Princelike esteemed (th' House, Gardens, Large extent  
Of Lordship, Park adjoined) became his might;  
First, greatest Peer, next, greatest Favourite.  
Thither the Duke, with all that Courtly train  
Joyful arrived; where viewed o'er again  
Like pompous Scene, with like triumphant Feast,  
For sweet DORISBES' Nuptial sake expressed.  
His own Feast too, more providential fashion,  
Happened just then; whose gladsome Celebration  
With yearly Zeal was still performed, and now  
Wore sumptuous Plenties on its smiling brow:  
Sack flowing there, rich Fount his Conduits womb,  
Whence Streamed forth th' old FALERN Grate, become.  
Before, and since those Storms disastrous blue,  
The world more constant Couple never new;  
Though Pattern equalised it was, to th' full,  
By both those younger Payrs; love-miracle.  
Huge mounting Portion then to's Son, the brave  
THERSAMES, with belov'd DORISBE he gave▪  
Though present fair Estate, to boot, with one  
Prime gallant House, the Lo●d POLINDOR's grown.  
Just when POLINDOR's Feast, gave up Life-breath  
That wild young King, mere surffetted to death:  
Whose humorous Folly sensual Lu●t the Realm  
Five years (alas) did sadly'st Cloud, ore-whelm.  
When's Uncle seized the Crown to th' Duke ORTHER●  
Kind Friend, as was his Royal brother, ere;  
Confirming straight to him his Ancient power,  
Who humbly Waved all that very hour;  
Grown since withdrawn, retired (howe'er, for place  
First-ranked ARCADIAN Peer, as for wealth's blaze,  
Honoured, beloved to boot) Self-conquering Mind  
More strange, POLINDOR though great heights declined:  
Convinced by's Father's change of late, how bowing  
Those lofty Spires; FLOSTELLAS' self allowing:  
Yet was made Duke in her dead Father's room,  
ARPLAST; THERSAMES too new Lord become;  
Whose own Inheritance, conjoined to that  
Grand portion given, made up good Lords Estate.  
And now at length, the lovely'st Bride was wooed  
TO her Husbands new brave Mansion, thither rod;  
Harmonious-joyning guests with whom did go  
Th' whole Troop; no Churls FORENZ, ARDINA too  
(Though th' Parents left behind) whose pompous Gat●  
Now drawing near, POLINDOR (as did wait  
To quit kind former Scoars) with sobrest Kiss  
Her Mistress made of all, entitled his.  
'Twas needful time House-warmings there began,  
Whose goodly'st-modelled Structure th' art of Man▪  
Prospective seat the skill of Nature vaunted;  
Fine Gardens, joining Park, Groves rarely planted:  
'Twixt these their Mansion-bow'rs divided were  
Those twofold various Seasons of the Year.  
POLINDOR Ruled without; hearts sovereign Queen  
So wished, desired; whilst Mistress she's within  
He'd have it so: and Mistress without door  
In what might rai●e, advance, her Pleasure more:  
So, crossing least herself, she crossed him.  
Thus, both their powerful little World did seem  
To share, as those grand Heaven-luminaries  
Rule night and day; two still but one Soul marries:  
Both, like to Twins (as 'twere) incorporated,  
Going one way, whatever loved or hated:  
So like proved their Affections, Echo, Shades  
TO one seemed to th' other still; one Pulse they had.  
As when some Musick-string you sounding touch,  
Another, Eight to that, will tremble much  
Through rare, kind, Sympathising force; even so  
Their Turtle-brests like secret pant show:  
One stock of joy and grief, as of estate,  
Served both; t' one's ●ye seemed Glass o'th' others fate.  
And if least differing Mind, those thoughts were either  
Veiled, gently hid; or Wisdom, Love together  
Soon struck conjoining Close: as, when trench made,  
One wand'ring Stream does speedily invade  
Another's channel-road; till mingled, Lost:  
Thus, seemed their strife but Dandling ball at most.  
So good, Both, so discreet (intruth) appearing,  
That, who e'er Yields, small danger of much Erring.  
Scarce parted they, and parted then no longer,  
Then serious Business, sports, made Passion stronger;  
Raised, quickened Appetite; through daintier Kisses  
Endearing ●ove-delights sometimes, love-blisses.  
'Midst all their store as choicest Crown and Gem  
Viewing each other st●ll, whereby did seem  
(Whilst Moon-like moving in their several Sphere)  
As each the others PHoeBUS, dear Sun were;  
From whence its borrowed light and comfort darted;  
In whose arms Circled showed all joys imparted:  
Where sweetli'st snatched from their own Selves surprised  
To pleasing Ecstasies, imparadized▪  
Lo, Virtue, Love, which blazoned worthy'st be  
Star-coat of arms; Skie-mounted heraldry.  
For close of all; fair Monumental Shrine  
Over that Dust of noblest ASTORIN  
POLINDOR thankful raised; Inscribed above  
These words; Devote to true unhappy Love.  
His daintiest bowry Green, and blissful Cave  
To's good old Host, o'th' Town TREGOR, he gave.  
His Father's Grange on him conferred, to those  
His neighbouring Swains was left, at full dispose;  
Who yearly Feasted there, sung forth to Fame  
Renowned POLINDOR and FLOSTELLAS Name.  
Finis Historiae de POLINDOR & FLOSTELLA.    

POEMS.  

THE AUTHORS First DREAM of FLOSTELLA, Seen in a Winter's Morning, as he road on Hunting.  
WEnt I this Morn, in cruel sport,  
To fright the poor Hare from her Fort?  
Up-rouze her from the solemn Cell  
With horrors of a Fun'●all-knell?  
Did Tyrant-I seek others Prize?  
Myself now made the Sacrifice?  
Fates, you are equal, and thou Love;  
Like mercy I (just Talio) prove  
As meant to others; Torture, Pain;  
Dire Scourge! 'tis my reward again.  
'Twas She my Huntress was, by th' way,  
That aired her so, like Princess May;  
Such sweets and beauties scattering round,  
Dull Winter seemed turned jolly, Crowned  
With Rosebuds, fragrant breathed. What Rays  
Then struck our eyes! what wonders blaze,  
Sweetest Lightnings! O, what Charms divine!  
Th' ore-coming Glory did define  
Some Angel- Form; if Earthly race,  
Then Woman, lovely'st woman, 'twas;  
Or rare I know not what: she's All  
We Men admire, perfection call.  
Her Looks shot daylight, Beame-supplyes,  
While th' sun (cloud muffled scout) close lies;  
Ashamed on's gaudier blazing so,  
Those Copper-rayes to hers in show:  
Perhaps, some Love-dart feared, lest he  
By th' jealous Morn forsaken be;  
Or, indeed struck, with amorous head  
Jogged on, and so went sick to Bed:  
The world not needing beg th' old Sun,  
Since from her eyes flamed Two for one,  
No Crystal frost work de●k'd the ground  
T'entice her foot, whose Beaming round  
That Morn dispersed, perhaps ore-awed  
The glazed Earth, Congelations thawd.  
Her pace Court-measure, gratefull'st showed;  
Whilst through her Breath, th' Air, spicy, good,  
Purged wholesome seemed: as Goblins light,  
Fogs eat her Purity, take flight.  
Ten thousand Cupids came along,  
Playing in her eyes, her cheeks, or hung  
Oth' Breast, Lips, Hair; encamped appear,  
In Bright and loveliest Musters, there,  
As with their quivered Host would pierce  
All Hearts, and conquer th' Universe:  
A moving world of wonder showing;  
Heaven of flesh all joys bestowing.  
'twas fairely-sweetly-cruell 〈◊〉,  
That chased and seized my liberty;  
That let whole Mint of lightnings fly,  
Heap of Granades from her Eye,  
Dart-magazine, that shot through mine;  
I saw their flaming points to shine  
All th' way they came, when, through the Eye,  
Th' heart bled in kindest sympathy:  
I hoped, feared, mused (Non-selfed, confess)  
Strange Seeing Road! what wonders press  
Through th' eyes glazed Organs, Souls possess!   

On FLOSTELLAS' Close Nun-like Retirement.  
WHy seems (Sun clothed Flostel) so long  
Deferred our Break of day, till stung  
With Greenland curse? O Why (Mole fashion)  
Poor we on Clods, this dull Creation,  
Our glory hid? with whom's enshrined  
Those longed for blisses of Mankind.  
Is't for our sins, that righteous Heaven  
Hath us this Plague amongst others Given,  
This Judgement sent (alas) that we  
Must lose thy Presence, and want Thee?  
Or did we too profanely slight  
That blessing, meanly rate thy Sight  
Enjoyed? when thou (more justly-nice)  
By Want dost please t' enhance thy Price:  
An angry Absence must alone  
Make thee more reverenced, and more known.  
Or last, was't Charity divine,  
Did through our frailties guilt confine  
Thee to thy Cells, devouter floar,  
T' obtain our pardon? O, restore  
That Face back, fair Example, thus,  
We shall grow good, less criminous.  
Rare Beauties were not made at all  
For cloistring, and live-buriall,  
Though Bats, Owls be; those glorious Seven,  
Th' unwasted Lamps of Earth and Heaven  
(Sky-brooches) lo, they were not thrust  
To Corners, lodged in Rubbish, dust,  
But shine to th' World, and traverse by  
Spheres blazing Pageants: whilst hid lie  
(Earth chested) Gold, Gems where's their glory?  
Sight's all; that magnifies thy story.  
Some times 'tis wholesome, purest Maid,  
To air thee through the field and shade;  
When from some Hill faire-maped does lie  
Small Europe, travelled by thine Eye;  
And th' amazed People gazing round,  
As though another Morn were found.  
For as through sight thou Physick'st us,  
And our dross-spirits refinest thus  
To subtle Fire; this Earth Air grown,  
Pure quintessential, whilst (anon)  
Our Blood's dance revels in each vein;  
So thou dost Physick thy Self again.  
May's sovereign, delicious air,  
'Twill make that Cheek more snowy-fayr  
(If possible) those Breasts of spice,  
Thus fanned, more, Beds of Paradise:  
'twil make that Angell-shape to strike  
Our eyes with motion Angel-like  
Quick, sprightly; improve that daintiest frame  
So lively, as if all Soul became;  
Then show thee oft, dear Cordial; thus  
Thou physick'st both thy self and us.   

FLOSTELLAS' Nunlike Coyness  
FLostella fairest, why so coy,  
So dainty nice? when but t' enjoy  
One favour such a task doth prove,  
Herculean Labour: tell me Love;  
What though that daintier hand touch mine  
(Of Spotless Alablaster-shine)  
Would 't show less fair and sullied be?  
Or loose the Fashion, if by me  
But kindly pressed? though never I  
That sacred white do come so nigh,  
But with washed hands; nor touch their Down,  
But reverential fear does crown  
My Devout Palm your Glove all day  
May freelyer touch, your S●isers may,  
Silk, needle, lawn, nay, meaner thread;  
Then is my Hand more vile indeed  
Then these? or say, you purifyings  
Those things by Touch, like Chemistry  
May these course hands sublime, refine.  
Or say, those daintier Lips touch mine,  
Are they impoverished in their store?  
Or wast their Delicates the more  
By often giving? (since they are  
A lasting sweetness) or, lesle fair,  
Ought lose their colour Ruby excelling?  
The more they're kissed, more red and swelling.  
The wanton Air with hover play  
May touch them and the tawny Ray  
Of Ph●bus, Toys, which often please;  
Then are my Lips more base than these?  
The Fly may buzzing kiss, and touch  
(Unbalmed) those Cherries; mine's but such  
Las! can you chide and frown, when I  
(Nye starved) do beg the Charity,  
Th' Alms of one kiss? 'twas never yet  
Held sin for Starvelings to crave meat;  
That's free; would you not Life bestow,  
Where you yourself ne'er the Poor●● grow?  
Nay, Sweetest, were 't love-relished, this,  
You would seem Richer by a kiss;  
Love's First-course, Second Mintage 'tis.   

The Author's second Dream of FLOSTELLAS' Morning-Walk.  
'tWas Fresh-che●k'd May, with all her pride  
And Progress-bravery beautified:  
Her musk, perfumes, and Gems of price,  
To take that sex, more dainty, nice:  
When th' Ch●os-world (late sullen) now  
Turned laughing all, stamped on whose brow  
Fine new Creation: when freeze Men  
(Not snails alone) seemed Live again.  
Forth went the Nymph, whose eyes fair ray  
Had january turned to May,  
And spruced the poor-clad earth howe'er  
With flowers, though Flora banished were:  
Forth tripped Fostel whilst I alone  
Ingross'd that blessing, th' honour won  
To attend, her Walks chief Favourite;  
Sole Guardian to my souls delight:  
Called by her as if Heaven had called  
To joys, wherein blessed Saints installed  
(Who would not glory?) Champi●n thence  
To weak, yet purest Innocence.  
For well FLOSTELLA knew that I  
Would not hurt, but protecting dye;  
And (though Temptations all, her shape)  
Would punish, not commit a Rape.  
Thus, though no morningstar am borne,  
Yet was I usher to the Morn;  
Did, next, her Sun-companion show,  
Whose hand enriched mine with its snow●  
Naught envying now Great Turk, Mogor,  
Tartarian Chin●'s Bugbear, or  
Black Southern Prince; thus sceptered, I  
Durst boast a fairer Monarchy.  
Each Object, as we traced below,  
With rival-courtship seemed to woo  
My Heavenly Fair; and bred in me  
A kind of sportive jealousy:  
Birds chant love songs, Gales whispered soft  
Kind tales, stole kisses; whilst (me thought)  
Herbs, Flowers hung their lovesick heads  
Or bowed with reverence from their beds,  
Hills animated seemed, rejoice,  
And (wanton) Echoed back her Voice:  
O pregnant Soul! say, what does prove  
So all-breeding as that womb of Love?  
Here, whilst I sacrificed such Vows,  
Sighs Incense as Love's zeal allows  
Her hand, Breast, th' altars made to ●l. ' ear  
Thus breathed Flost●l, O, breathed sounds were  
Seraphic Music! (words? be gone  
That poor Term) Thus she seemed to own  
Hold Fondling, don't expose abroad  
Such sweetness to th' Airs common Road;  
Be wise; th' Harmonious touch o'th' Spheres  
Not Music is for Vulgar ears:  
Repeat the Blisses to thine own;  
Tell Venus, or Love's self alone:  
And feed you liquorish ears (revived  
Your dear Joys) Fancy makes new lived;  
Whilst Cupid scores up all, each word,  
Th' Hour, Minute, in's chaste Love's Record.   

FLOSTELLAS' Lute.  
Sighed, Smelling, Tasting, Feeling all be gone,  
And leave with me the officious Ea●e alone;  
Go Slumber, or th' unheeded loiterers play,  
Whilst thou attend (Souls Favourite) this way:  
Bless, bless thyself and me, till seem translated  
To new divine joys, by that Hand Created.  
List, list with reverence; devoutly O  
Hearken; th' Minstrelsyes●ham'd ●ham'd here belowt  
Whilst gives Flostel Life to her senseless L●te,  
And warbling language to what late was mute.  
Hark, what delicious strains and Heavenly rare  
do as 'twere sweeten, and enrich the Air!  
Phoebean Harps Great Master finds his skill  
Scorned by th' Olympics, and neglected still  
When thou once play'st; all listening unto thee;  
T'whom meaner hands like winds rude blustrings be  
Or th' note of bu●ling Brooks: All Music is  
Untuned harsh Discord, and but noise to This.  
Away all dumpish cares, all puling sorrow  
(You Cloud-drove) fly my world, pack till the morrow;  
Let me forget I'm Earth, or burdened am  
With dross of flesh, but th' Elemental flame  
Seem ra●ifi'd, turned Spirits (Air doth show  
Poor, languid) dance my Blood, your veins overflow  
In glad Tides; whilst those highest Soul faculties  
Frame all a Masque: that Lute Soule-revels please.  
O, th●r's a sweetly, sweetly-solemn strain  
Has laid all in a slumbering Trance again,  
And charmed all to amazement; view but round,  
How strange a Metamorphosis there's found:  
Men stand by th' walls, and furnish out the room  
Like Arras-pictures, or as to some Tomb  
Belonged for Monuments; whilst only flies  
A glimpse of Life or Twilight from their Eyes,  
all's turned a Sepulchre, so whist and dead  
A silence reigns: the sweet Death welcomed.  
O, let me thus expire and 〈◊〉 It away  
To dissolution, Nature that Deot pay  
Of Vapour-breath, that else some boiling Fever,  
Stone, Poison, sturdy Gout, or Stab might sever:  
Sweet kill Flostel, thus the Soul to stray  
To Heaven, 'twere t' have Heaven by the way:  
Such death were but to live; the Gasps to this,  
Ore-ravishing Delights, too powerful bliss.  
And then I die a Martyr by the Hand,  
Though not in wrath; But (spite of countermand)  
As fleeting Souls last Farewell, I must kiss  
That beauteous hand first: Fool! all's spoilt by this.   

FLOSTELLAS' Hand and Glove.  
FAir FLOSTEL, my ambitious Muse,  
Through its aspiring zeal would choose  
Rather to chant thy Hand then Glove,  
Court that Diviner form, my Love;  
TO whom Snow, with th' Alabaster mine,  
Great stile of whiteness do resign:  
Where azure streams in purling measure  
Make Cupid's Isles, and place of pleasure:  
But this eclipses vails their light,  
And pleads commission for't; worse spite.  
Whilst, cased up, beauteous those appear  
Like sacred Twinlike Relics there,  
Worth ●bove all Rome's; like cloistered Nu●s,  
Or silver, Orbe-involved Moons.  
Nor naked to each unworthy eye,  
Or the Sun's bolder kisses lie  
(Sight fittest for Kings) but then divest,  
Break forth like Morn's, their dusky East,  
When Silk and Gold ask touch more fine;  
Some Needle-miracle, design.  
Where shown to th' eye small new Creation;  
Birds, Beasts so near inanimation,  
So true, that Nature's self does start;  
Half mothering that mere Child of Art:  
Mocked by this Landscape, nigh mistakes  
For her own work th' Hills, Plants, and Lakes.  
Sweetest Recluse-payr! you meanly choice  
Beauties triumph it now, rejoice;  
Let coor●er Hands now boldly show.  
And seek t' enamour with worse Snow.  
Your Gloves kind pardon, if I seem  
Transported here with what's their Gem,  
Chief Riches, Glory; wherefore spite  
Should not ore-long debar my Sight:  
Since I love These too, even in this  
Fine, pritty'st winning Beauty is;  
Both as itself, and as 'tis Thine:  
So dainty-shaped, Symmetrick fine,  
Pure-white withal, that it might stand  
A rude-drawn Picture to that Hand:  
From whence (methinks) breathe highest sweets,  
Whose sublimation juno fits.  
This Pattern seems for best of Gloves  
(As that for Hands) like Queen of Love's,  
O Cupid, wouldst ordain, that I,  
Under that form might hug so nigh  
That loved Hand (stupendious feat!)  
But ah, I fear my Youthful Heat,  
Sighs, soft-breathed whispers, joyful Dance  
Oth' Panting-heart, than colder Trance  
With servant ravenous Kisses, soon  
Would blab the Cozenage; all undone;  
When I'm cashiered eternally:  
Whereas, that Favourit-Glove laid by,  
Recloathes that Beauty; exalted is  
To it's late Paradisian Bl●ss.   

The Author's third Dream of FLOSTELLAS' Evening Walk, and Voice.  
FLOSTEL and I (O, fondly'st-kind,  
Indulgent Stars! thus still you bind)  
Flostel and I in Evening fair  
Stole ●orth to taste the Garden-ayr;  
That sweetest and mildest Age of Day,  
When Sun does sprinkle kinder ray;  
Nor breeds our headache, whilst Goodnight  
Sends from far West with drowsy light:  
That and the Morn, those pauses sweet  
Between th' Aguish fits of Cold and Heat.  
Those harmless Gales were only straying,  
Which dance the leaves with nieer playing,  
Nor whisper, whilst, with kind of bliss,  
May's Flowery beauteous Strangers kiss  
In sign of welcome: dandling oft  
Flostellas' Curls, when used (me thought)  
Reverence too, lest, through their sin,  
One curl disturbed or spoilt had been:  
Th' Airs Concave stil●'d to quiet rest,  
Like Flostels gentle Mayden-brest.  
Who, masked and veiled (that else had soon  
Turned th' Evening into glorious Noon)  
Traversed a gloomy Thick, designed  
For Love maze, Labourinth, where enshrined  
Th' World's Beauty appeared. 'twas ambush plot  
T'ore-heare the Nightingales small throat,  
High, strongest to boot (That, praised to be  
The Shades prime Songster, harmony)  
With rest o'th' Noise, who all begun,  
As if to th' then departing Sun  
Would chirp some merry shrill Goodnight,  
And so long Sing as he gave Light.  
Which heard (prime mirthful jollity)  
By both, with pleased Ear, drawn nigh:  
Flostel puts into th' warbling Choir;  
Fair Goddess lo, which seemed t' inspire  
Those little creatures with their skill;  
Chanting her praise in Anthems still.  
The ruder place seemed (Chaos-wise)  
Turned to some new dressed Paradise,  
Earth-Heaven, so well that Face and Tongue  
Might to sweet Cherubins belong.  
Gods (rapt with joy o'th' recreation)  
T' affairs divine held straight Vacation,  
Breaking Heaven's Parliament asunder,  
To see, to hear this Mortal Wonder  
(Th' Air traced in measures) while cros-armed  
Some fate, enamoured showing, Love-charmed:  
Consulting all her soon Translation  
From this base Earth to th' starry station,  
As their Quire's Mistress; female powers  
Whilst praised, or envied from their towers:  
Wood-satyres skipping wildly round;  
This mask at least my fancy found.  
Lo th' All of Rapture, sweets how high!  
Best joys the ears capacity  
Could reach to, only those above,  
The dear Soul melting Sounds of Love.  
Her Lute was rare, though dead the sound;  
This Living, therefore rather crowned:  
That, was but hollow Timbers noise,  
This, sweet, warm, lovely Woman's voice:  
Religion swayed, else I had nigh  
Been guilty of Voice-idolatry.   

FLOSTELLA and the Nightingale.  
RAre, charming Voice! but (O) how rare,  
Breathed by that she so only fair!  
Whose Face and body's beauties be  
Composed with so rare Symmetry  
(Heavens choice D●sig●e) so sweetly accorded,  
One heavenly consort all afforded;  
And were the Harmony o'th' eye;  
Seemed Natures silent Melody:  
Ne'er man so doubly blest; th' Eye, Ear!  
Record it Love, 'twas only here.  
Each trembling Note, those Corals wrought  
(When born) seemed swaddled, wrapped methought,  
And (as soon dying) Embalmed within  
So sweet Breath, as perfumed 't had been;  
Came flying in a precious Air  
Of Odours, 'bove Arabian far:  
The same sweet Notes (you would have deemed)  
The several souls of Music seemed.  
O, had I caught and kept alive  
Those precious sounds (beyond Reptive)  
Those Spirits of sweetness as they flew!  
So t'have had constant Music, True  
FLOSTELLAS' Self by me in those:  
Her Breath, preserved and relicked close,  
Had served for sovereign protection  
Against poisonous Plagues and all infection.  
If that famed Harp, could Rivers cause  
To stand at wanton Gaze, and pause;  
Beasts, stubborn Rocks, and burly Trees,  
Made dance in Antique Revels these;  
Her Voice must greater Magic prove,  
And make them court her, fall in Love.  
Whilst breathed Flostel and closed her song  
Behold, most pretty wonder sprung;  
Th' ambitious Nightingale replied,  
Through pertest emulations pride  
(Chief Chorister i'th' feathered Cou●t  
To th' royal Eagle famed) in sport  
Would sing her part, and nimbly runs  
Her fine-poysed, acquaint divisions:  
Now Flostel, than the Nightingale,  
Now she, than she, which should prevail.  
The Chirper's fallen to earnest now,  
No more must Jesting strains allow;  
'Twas sober Duel, no idle play,  
Sharp Breast contention for the Day:  
Till th' ore-strained Bird presumed still higher,  
As life 'twould forfeit thus, Expire.  
Which pirtying, I was fain to entreat,  
Her softer Heart would make retreat;  
And end that dangerous strife so nigh,  
By yielding a false Victory:  
This Quarrel must not ruin prove  
Of such a voice, to th' Spring and Grove:  
Her Mercy rather should reprieve  
(Double honour's Trophy) keep alive.  
When, loath to stifle yet my blisses,  
I silenced those sweet Lips with ●isses;  
Though but th' Eares●yery ●yery Joys transferred  
To th' solid Touch; so, saved the Bird.   

CRESSAS' Funeral, the Love of DIFLORIS.  
IS any Pastor's Ear so deaf to ●ame,  
That has not heard of fairest CRESSAS' name?  
So used to bleat, whom that Funerall-knell,  
Which Groaned this Nymph to earth; did hearts congeals  
Hath not arrived to? happy sure's that He  
In this, since knows not th' common Misery;  
Distressed Argadias' loss, with whom does share  
Nature, Grand Mourner; her Beloved fair  
Cloistered in dust, nor (without company)  
Died she alone, for Hundreds! seemed to dye  
In sorrow with her; The Sun's self was gone  
Fast from her Funerals, and Night came on  
To bring her Sables. O what new-raysed Train,  
Of Goblins struck my sight! which roved the Plain  
With such dire ceremony, rueful guise,  
As each did his own Funeral solemnize:  
Lo, March'●was ●was. First went young Swains by pairs  
(Each crowned with mournful Cypress) Usherers  
To th' solemn Hearse; those Four next to't (that led)  
Bare Shields, were pictured, on dark Coal-black Bed  
Most pale-checked Virgin lay, prepared as 'twere  
For Bridals, and which beauteous did appear  
Even in Death, by Death's black arms embraced:  
And over, in white Characters, was placed,  
This, this my Lover, t●is my Bridal: So  
All passed along: But following th' Hearse did go  
A single Swain; how dismal looked, ●low-pac't●  
Triest Bulk of wretchedness, o'er whose face cast  
A mere Life-da●p; seemed Ghost, to th' Corpse before:  
Sighs bestormed about him, whilst be drenched their 〈◊〉  
His Torrent-eyes; and thus, would needs excel,  
Surpass in grief. About his Ha (mixed well)  
Forsaken Willow, Cypress wreathed; above,  
This written, Death's my Rival. Next did move  
The Virgin-train in white, which Censures bear;  
Dark veiled like Doomsday Planets: Torchlight there  
Forced frightful Noon. And thus they softly trace  
(Dire measure! how unwilling) to th' sad place,  
Where they must leave their slumbering Nymph behind,  
T' enrich the covetous Earth; which (half struck blind)  
Their Youth beheld: never spoke Sorrow more  
Than now in silence: different Passion store;  
Here Sighs, there Tears, pale Looks there, yet all one  
Consort in Grief; This general alone;  
All looked their utmost, till now lost the sight,  
With whom their Eyes seemed as 'twere buried quite;  
And (blind to upper things) in Earth beneath  
Are following her, as though in spite of Death  
Would still Enjoy: with many a pitying muse,  
Th' hard ground's ore-churlish mould should so abuse  
That daintiest Body, which though once more nice)  
'Las, now complained not; but Death-tranced lies,  
What Maiden Adi●us, what Tears! Swains kissed the Place;  
All saying, Richer Gemed Earth never was.   

SONG. Scornfulness.  

Know, thou fair Tyrant ere't belong  
Down will fall  
Thy grand Sceptre, Crown and all,  
Beauty's imperial Fort, so strong;  
When those Sunny Eyes, but late  
Lamps of day● to Dawnings turn,  
Dim twylights, twinkling Tapers fate;  
And Glow-worm's seem more clearly burn.   

Those Springlike Cheeks and Lip●, admired  
(Scene changed oft)  
Autumn's, ●oul December's draught;  
Thy gay-formed Pageantry expired:  
When, Thou living walking Tomb  
To thine own Beauties shalt appear,  
And here thine Epitaph, like doom,  
Breathed in three words [She wa● howe'er.]   

Then shall those former Slaves of thine  
Kings become,  
Which wore out clothes and Brains (in sum)  
To court thy peevish Mood's design;  
Thy Strappadoes felt, were laid  
Panting at thy scornful feet,  
Expecting Dooms; one Smile displayed  
Their Light of life, refreshing sweet.   

One Kiss o'th' Hand or breast at least,  
Life's food showed,  
One calm Word life-●ound bestowed;  
Begged these, poor Amorists, unblessed!  
Then, though churlish Thou didst scorn,  
They shall (nobler) pity thee;  
Or long before, perhaps (Freeborn)  
Turn wise, renounce Love's slavery.   

Court now their daintiest Freedoms, ease,  
Looking on  
Thy mocked Beams undazled grown,  
Charm-proof, be't Frowns or smiling dress;  
Queen of some fair World (as 'twere)  
Leaving thee no Subjects too't,  
When thou wilt wish th' hadst practised there  
Lesle Scorn, known more Love-sweets to boot.    

The Good-morrow.  

Fairest, fair Good-morrow from  
Thy Servant Voice and Lute present;  
Lo, Day's glorious Prince (Brides-groom  
To th' Mor●) is up, for progress bend;  
Bounteous, gracious in his Rays,  
Th' World's bright influential Show'●,  
Though I stand Frozen here this hour,  
Till thou (my sweetest Sun) dost Blaze.   

Plumed Songsters chant to th' ears,  
Earth and Heaven smiles combine;  
Pleased whole Nature's Cheek appears,  
O do not Thou unpleasing Shine:  
Lovers (often) their bad days  
Prove, and good; last night my Sun  
Did set in lowering Clouds, Night done,  
O let her Rise more gently, Blaze.   

May those Dewy slumbers, steeped  
Her fair Eyes sunk down to th' Heart  
Have softened that, what time she slept;  
The like might Pillow's Down impart,  
mollify both Head and Brain:  
Break●orth ●orth sweetly'st, O my Sun,  
Thy Casements glassy East, nor eat  
This Morning-sacrifice, as vain.   

Or if Couched still my Fair,  
Might this Lute, Voice lull thee yet  
Gentler, breed Morn slumbers rare;  
So, keep till Noon thy Blazing fit;  
When ●or Light▪ warmth I've designed  
Short visit, O look Beamy, clear,  
That I may Vaunt m● dearest Dear  
W●k'd Gentle, though she slept unkind.    

Lovers mixed Wether.  

WHence is it that Lovers prise  
The Object more, that full enjoying,  
Doubtings when through Rubs arise,  
Or discreet Reservedness, Coying?  
Seldom when her Smiles do glance,  
Sparkle, or kind words Intrance;  
Sweetmeat kisses  
Lock'd-up Dainties held, rare Blisses?   

So when solemn Clouds be o'er,  
Sweeter Sunshine, lovelyer groweth;  
Or, when sickly fits, the more  
Valued Health; what joys bestoweth!  
Worldly troubles cares if cease,  
How's Endeared our calm-like Ease!  
heightenings carry  
All things from their Bad Contrary.   

But that Coyness, if exceeds  
Civil bounds, Affronts discover  
(Churlish, froward grown) but breeds  
Qualms i'th' Generous minded Lover;  
Through th' embittered Sauce worse far  
Th' After-favours relished are:  
She's less prized  
When enjoyed, who once, despised.   

Too much suffering, Love's Wounds  
Leaves Ill-skinned o'er, confounds.    

The Springtime.  

BEhold those crystal Founts  
Which P●rl and wander o'er the Plain;  
How branching, plumed those lofty Mounts,  
Plush- Banks bedrest with Flowers again:  
Th' whole World's revived;  
Earth decked in Masking robes, bright heavens surrond  
Cleer-checked, sweet'st-breathing Gales abound,  
Whilst Mortals grow new-lived.   

Chief Empress of the Spring,  
Come forth with all thy Beamy power,  
Thine Hand maid since does smi●ing bring,  
Let not the lovely'st Mistress lower;  
Lest damping thence  
Th' whole world's fair Springtide, with my faithful  
Drooping thy Frown to both imparts,  
Through strangest Influence.   

Come Sweetest, let us trace  
To yonder Bower, prospective Hill,  
Where th' Springs Musicians, more to grace,  
〈…〉 shall with their carols fill:  
There's VENUS Fount,  
Melting its streams forth from those Rocks above;  
All, Lectures of joy, Beauty, Love  
shall now to thee Recount.    

The Face and Glass.  

Sweet, let me hold  
Thy Glass as Handmaid, uncontrolled,  
And show thee more than th' whole World can present,  
That is thy Fellow; yet (alas)  
Not such, since 'tis but shadowed Face,  
Thine true, substantial Nature's ornament:  
Sweetest Coinage though, portrayed beside  
In my Heart's Tablet does reside.   

More Guiltless (know)  
And bold, I can this duty show,  
Since rest confirmed that Sight, not makes thee Proud,  
Although chief Cause of pride there be,  
Transporting thoughts Self ecstasy,  
Since viewed such Sparkling wonders through that Cloud;  
In which So●●'s beauteous worth I do  
Vaunt, glory, that's Unequalled too   

Not lest proud Thought  
In Looks appears, no Action's wrought  
But what might show Neglect or Pleasedness;  
As if thou (sober) all didst see,  
Thanked thy Creator thence, so free:  
That Brig●t-che●k'd, frozen Lake (used but for dress)  
Thou look'st not in with Doting vein,  
As Glass'd in crystal streams the Swain.   

Dear, still permit,  
Since have my serious Ends in it;  
Hoping, that while thou viewst those charming Eyes▪  
Thou wilt my Love-intranced Sense  
Pardon and Pit●y both, from thence:  
And though my Wages paid, since Beauty's Skies  
Thus long Behold, and gently this,  
Grant to my 〈◊〉 T●uch one Kiss:  
That I may know th' art substance, tell  
Love's God, how far (Sight, Touching, Smell)  
Thou dost that beauteous shade excel.    

Presence.  

Now shines on me my sweetest Sun,  
As yet my Springtime is not done,  
And I boast that I am living;  
Whilst my Soul and Senses dance,  
Or else prove some blessed Trance  
Through those joys from thee Reviving;  
Now I view  
Th' All of Beauty, touch it too:   

Those Hands and Breast: all sweetness hear  
That Tongue, Voice, musical to th' Ear:  
O yet more (to th' Joys abounding)  
Let me Time's advantage take,  
Reap some Kisses for Love's sake;  
Whilst those Eyes prove deeply Wounding,  
Let impart  
Lips their sugared Balm to th' Heart.   

My starved Desire those Fruits afford  
Though want Love's sovereign Food and hoard  
Nay (my Dear) such shortened Bl●sses?  
Think not One my Life preserves,  
Or, that More o'th' sweet Conserves  
Aught could make me slight thy Kisses,  
Who do swear  
Each begets new Longings there.   

Thus high-graced,  
I've no fickle Lovers Taste,  
Nor can those Lips or cloy, or waste.    

Absence.  

Sweetest know did not control  
Cruelest Fate, my steps, this ●our,  
Thus to leave I had no power,  
Parting as from mine own Soul  
Cloud thine Eye seems over-vayling,  
As grown sad, didst Pity me,  
Which Looks grandest honour be,  
Hearts-support; since smiles prevailing  
(Else I vow  
Dear) would scarce Delight me now.   

Yet that Cloud o're-heavy, sad  
Wish I should not, lest thy trouble  
Mine but Aggravating double;  
Leave me to my Nightly shade  
(Far worse Curse thy want producing)  
And with pleasing Glimmers dress  
Those Looks, though not smilingnesse;  
Love less sorrow thence infusing:  
Though indeed  
Saddest looks there Pleasure breed.   

Ghost from thee this Body goes  
Vowing to my Heart's esteemed  
(Thoughts of her so Precious deemed)  
Night these E●es shall never close,  
Nor Day their 〈◊〉- curtains ●ever,  
But thy dearest Image shall  
Sleep with me, and Wake withal;  
As my Guardian●angell ●angell ever:  
Whatere's Rare  
Shall to th' Thought present my Fair.   

Thus I Part,  
Till thy 〈◊〉 Presence dart  
〈…〉    

Beauty.  

How gallantest Beauty to the ●ight,  
Of Wonders mystic rare Compound!  
Framed for Amazement, as delight,  
heavens sweetest Map, Prospective found!  
And th' earthly Globe's Epitome being crowned:  
Th' whole World's contraction!  
Though rarer far this Excellence,  
Life sparkling thence,  
All heightened still through Looks, Words, graceful Action.   

What lovely'st Radiance in the Eye,  
Souls splendid Orb! what Visions there  
Of Beauties, Virtues, speakingly  
Both shine and move! what Springs●ppear ●ppear  
In daintiest Checks▪ delicious Beds (as ●twere)  
Of Heav'n-●orn Flowers!  
Heaven planted Fruits, both Pearls and Gem  
Lips boast in them;  
Prime-model●'d sweets; great Love's Imperial Bowe●s   

Alas that should prove this Quintescense  
Of Worth, like meanest Creatures, frail▪  
Such vaunts the Rose herself to sense,  
(Proud, fragrant Garden-Queen) though pale  
Drooping ere long, turned Coars our eyes bewail:  
So I've observed  
That choyce-stained Tulip, Gillystow'●  
Fresh-cheeked this hour;  
Fruits lovely, sweet, ere long grown old, Death-starved.   

All things are Changing, fading here,  
Minds, Bodies prove their sinking Fate,  
Like those young Seasons of the Year;  
That Beauties withered, gone, which lat●  
Flourished adored, Slaves waiting on her State;  
Now pitied, scorned:  
Bright Virtue, Wisdom though should lend  
Lustre to th' end,  
Changed Cheeks though those, like Sunshine-beams adorned    

SONG. A French Villanell Englished. Il ya dans ce Village, etc.  

1.  
IN this Village lives Enshrined  
The fair Saint my thoughts adore:  
Paris, 'midst her Beauteous store,  
Shows me naught so Fair, refined:  
Ah, ah, how sweet it is,  
Were't to Die for thee my Bliss!   

2.  
All times shall I serve, admire  
Her law-giving Lips and Eyes;  
More than King myself I prise  
In this new-raysed Love-desire:  
Ah, ah, how sweet it is,  
Were't to Die for thee my Bliss!   

3.  
Truth it is, so dearly seizing  
Proves her Beauty's charming grace,  
Lesle my Liberty I praise  
Then this Servitude so pleasing:  
Ah, ah, how sweet it is,  
Were't to Die for thee, my Bliss!   

4.  
I not know the artful Passion  
Other flattering Lovers vent;  
But for all deep Compliment,  
Make my Fair this protestation;  
Ah, ah, sweet it is  
Were't to Die, for thee my Bliss.    

EPITAPH On a young Lady.  
HEre Chastity itself doth lie,  
And Beauty's self; whom never eye  
Nor tongue could tempt as yet to love;  
Till Death his violent dar● did prove,  
And (powerful'st) won unto his Bed,  
Though she was even then Ravished.   

SONG. Hero and Leander: Fra●'d after that of Dido was a Carthage Queen, etc.  

1.  
HERO Alas unhappy Maid,  
That ere Love's winged Boy  
So treacherously thy Heart betrayed,  
To Love, but scarce enjoy:  
Cursed be the Hand, the cruel Bow,  
Which did wound thy poor Heart so;  
Accursed the ravenous Wave,  
That raging, bent so murdrously,  
Forced thy sweet-faced Boy to dye,  
And needs would be his Grave.   

2.  
HERO, Long with wishing eyes  
Awayts her Curled Love,  
And from her Tower entreats the sk●●  
And waters gentle prove:  
Many a Vow she numbered o'er  
(If would waste him safe to Shore)  
To Gods of Seas and Wind;  
For why, she fears too rough the stream  
For her poor Delight to swim,  
And lest should prove Unkind   

3.  
HERO, Sees with smoothest Brow  
The well pleased Waters 〈◊〉,  
Those Winds are hushed, and heavens fair show,  
The rather to Beguile:  
When straight the Nymph from far descries  
(Nimble are poor Lovers eyes)  
LEANDER Waves embrace;  
And leaving shore, with cast-up eye  
If thence his Goddess might ●spy,  
To glide the Streams apace.   

4.  
HERO, Looks with gladdest thought,  
And Ravished hastes to shore;  
When straight the sturdy Waves high-wronght,  
And Bellowing Winds do roar:  
When she the storm increasing new,  
With Tears and Sighs which from her blue,  
Does see her Lover fail;  
And, th' only Bark, his Body show  
(Shipwrecked) beaten to and from,  
No struggle might avail.   

5.  
HERO, Grieves, and by and by  
LEANDER 'fore her Eyes,  
With stretcht-out Arm and many a Cry  
On HERO, sinks and Dies:  
Who takes no time now to Complain,  
Calls and cries since all but vain,  
She sees no cause to live;  
And so the unpitying Wave bestrides,  
Which soon her daintiest Body hides,  
And Both one Tomb does give▪    

Englished out of Montemayor in Spanish. On LEANDER Leandro Amoroso Fuego ardia, etc.  
LEander, burning in an Amorous fire,  
Stole down to th' Liquid murmuring shore, attended  
With one Love-thought alone, his dear Desire;  
Through whose Bold force no danger apprehended:  
Which flaming Light through streams when darted was,  
God Neptune angry roused, with Waves to quench it;  
God Cupid too might better ceased that Blaze,  
Between HERO'S wished-for Arms have sought to Drench 〈◊〉  
The Morns●air ●air Light to th' Voyage, urged, as 'twere;  
Night gently rose, with friendly'st shades surrounding;  
Moore kind than either Love, or Fortune were:  
O wretched Lovers fates, belief confounding!  
That Love and Fortune both, in one combined,  
Such dismal Death i'th' end for him Designed.   

Another Englished out of Montemayor, in Spanish: On a coy Mistress. Los Oios no peccaron en Miraros, etc.  
MIne Eyes in Looking (Sweetest) does not sin,  
If but pretend to view, and to Admire you;  
Should my Soul Merit pled, aspire to win,  
Wished not worse Evil, then still to Want, desire you:  
Near speaks my Tongue to you, be't silent, dumb,  
If word, with thought to move you, forth it warble:  
My Tears, if plot to soften overcome,  
You punish may, hardening your Breast as Marble:  
But do not snatch from me your dearest Sight,  
For though it cause (i'th' End) my secret anguish,  
Sad Life I'll spend in viewing you, earth's Light;  
Since no Life else, for none I feel, or languish:  
My Soul, if lives without you's Dead, or dying;  
Hope of its Torment still best Cure applying▪   

Happiness.  
THere is a precious thing whom we all bless  
As Gem of Heaven, entitled Happiness;  
For which the pined World plods and sweats, approves  
From Towers to Thatch, from Silks to Leather Loves;  
The general thirst and hunger only this,  
To frail Humanity prime Minion 'tis:  
But most, how blindly hurry to th' wrong School  
T' instruct them in't! their Tutor is most Fool.  
Reason disclaimed, Sense, Fancy proves their Guide;  
Thus those deluded Pilgrims travel wide,  
But ne'er enjoy, becoming still worse strays,  
In that their Magick-strowed, unlucky Maze.  
He, Honour's Blazes, Popular breath's air  
Hunts after; wanton Venus Breasts (made bare)  
Th' Other admires, how Courts; with stallion-heat  
Neighing after th' flesh: That, studies how to Eat,  
Carouse to pleasure, Lauds his various mess;  
Whose Hell-deep Gorge, tooth's nicety to please,  
That Elemental store-house wanteth food;  
Th' whole Globes a thin starved market: there's his Good.  
Th' fourth hugs his Mint●, gay mettle does adore:  
Th' fifth Horses, Hounds (keen sports-man) loves, plays o'er  
His life just like a Game; whilst Lazyer He  
Sits yawning, looks about, an Idlesby.  
All these Grasp eyrie Blisses, bitter sweets;  
Tarant'la-stung, but dye die laughing fits;  
Since only Virtue (Heaven's choice Offspring known,  
Frail Earth's best seasonning sweet, life's life alone)  
This Souls Elixir, tenfold Indies wears,  
And on her Votaries as Gift confers:  
In Her stored All. Sublimed this Virtue grows  
Through Learning, arts; What's well, that former shows,  
And yields both Comfort, Peace of a Good Action;  
The nobler souls prime glory, and satisfaction:  
Th' other gives Knowledge, unlocks to thine eye  
Nature with each her richest Mystery  
Infuse but Third to these, the Moderate mind  
(Though shadowlike with virtue 't seems combined)  
Who seeks but what's Enough, and there behold  
That Happy man, great Lord o'th' Western Gold  
(If He'll but think so) Prince of this vast Round,  
This Medley of Sea and Land, by himself Crowned.  
Nor can his staruling-fortunes miserable  
Make him or wretched, if to subsist but able,  
T' uphold a Being, and worst Poverty  
May Natures low Ambition satisfy.  
Thus he enjoys himself still, is the same,  
Though's Changeling fortune's turned; nor finds a shame  
In being Poor, or's heard to rail upon  
His Stars for their extortion; stands alone,  
Like unmoved Rock, the battering Wind and Wave,  
Mocking their choleric Frenzies; bids 'em rave.  
Sucks as sweet pleasing Air, talks, eats, and sleeps  
As hearty as ever, whilst his Curtain keeps  
Forth Care with Day: Good Bedfellow, as kind,  
Soft, Down-support, does still his Pillow find.  
And as friends flinch away, but laughs to see  
Th' odd humour of the Age, how Poverty  
Is left alone, save of her own lean Crew;  
The Worlds grown Coy, known Face, strangers show  
And look on him Asquint, whilst cheerful he  
Finds from within the sweetest Company;  
Can hug himself: That base Tribe pitying still,  
And if his burlyer fortunes claim the style  
Of Plump Prosperity, if now he shows  
Somebody in the World, how kindly flows  
The late ebbing Rout, what Hails and Visits then!  
Both make him Mirth, he's now beloved again.   

Englished out of petrarch, in Italian. On his first view of LAURA. Era'l giorno, ch' all Sol si scoloraro, etc.  
THere was a Day when the Sun's beams grew pale  
Through reverence of you, Lights chief Disposer,  
When those fair Eyes (dear Mistress) ah too ●rail  
Ungaurded bound my Soul, no band th' encloser:  
Time served not then for Breach repairs, or Fence  
Against CUPIDS storm, yet felt I sore suspicion,  
Strong fears (though loves disease more vulgar) whence  
Chief sprung my bleeding woes, this thralled condition;  
Love, treacherous love, found me disarmed there,  
When through mine Eyes to th' Heart free road extending  
(Eyes, now the Sluice to tears, sad Fords as 'twere)  
Though little with Love's honour, glory ending;  
Struck Naked me with Dart, whilst not Alone,  
To Coy well-armed you his Bow was shown.   

Another Englished out of Petrarch in Italian: On LAURA veiled. Lassare il Velo Oper Sole, O per Ombra, etc.  
THat you leave off your Veil, by Sun of shade  
(Mistress) I have not seen, nor can discover;  
As though you thought my Grand desi●e allayed  
That way, which throngs my Heart, become all Lo●er;  
Since secret thoughts, there harboured, lurking, do  
Stifle me still through Want, breed more Desiring:  
I've seen choice Goodness to adorn that Brow,  
But since that Love disclosed my inward ●●ring,  
Those Sunshine-curls with Cloud● be-veyled o'er;  
Your splendid amorous Look, overcast, obscured?  
Thus, snatched from me what most I prise, Adore,  
If governed by that Veil, worst plagues endured;  
Which, friezing me to Death, be'● heat or cold,  
Your fair Eyes sweetest Light does darken, enfold.   

The doubting Lover.  
THrough doubt, desire, he friezes, burns  
(Quotidian Ague) both 'Zounds turns,  
Torrid, frozen: Lauds his Saint, adores;  
Hugs his late slavery, yet deplores:  
Thanks, blames his Stars, as kind, unkind▪  
Can talk t' himself, and wand'ring Wind;  
Fool it with th' Echo, pleased with Trees  
Lone Rocks and Cells Societies:  
Kisses his Chain, loved poisoned Dart;  
Hopes, fears: a poor Convulsioned Heart!  
Man of all ●eathers; lowrs this hour,  
Next smiles; 'tis Sunshine, Hony-shower.  
How's her words poised! her each glance, look  
How Anatomised! Star-gaze, his Bock:  
He Nods, Sighs, Breathes, by Rule; so sore,  
Love's Good-behaviour, binds all o'er.  
Idols his Creed; his Trade enrolled  
Underground delving▪ though seeks Gold.  
In brief some Heaven's, more Hells do seize him.  
Naught but t' enjoy or dye, can ease him.   

The Despairing Lover.  
HOw like's that wretched, unhappy Lover,  
Whose Travels naught but scorns discover,  
To the chased Deer; their Dwellings are  
Like-raced, and sadly alike they fare.  
As Wilderness his Fancy shows  
About him, which wild thoughts compose.  
Those Dogs that hunt him, lean Dispair,  
Grief, Sorrow; fierce th' whole Kennel are:  
Killingly ●leet, well-nosed for scent,  
Too True, too Bloody-diligent:  
Whose mouths spit Ven●me, from whose eyes  
Quick Balls of raging wildfire flies.  
Those dismal Horns that storm about  
His ears, and ring his Funeral out,  
Those last disdainful breathed Cheeks, came  
From his o're-coy, Heart-breaking Dame;  
Made terribler, far far more shrill  
Through Fancy's doubling Echo still.  
The frightful Hunter's glance, called View  
(Whilst through the Road or Lawn pursue)  
Seems th' oft imagined Vision, form,  
Or's Doom-faced Mistress; that she-storme.  
That Shaft sheathed in his side▪ Desire,  
Worst-pointed with a flame of fire;  
Which drinks Life-●pirits, feeds upon  
Blood, yea, fries th' marrow through the bone,  
Full-blown with sighs, and sobbings oft:  
Embossed with rage, and heat of thought▪  
Thus, when th' ore-hounded wretch his Race  
Has run, and so long held the Chase  
As faintest gasping hopes supply  
With fleeting breath; when 'midst the Cry,  
No Comforts cooler stream relieving,  
For Soil; nor Reason's Bay help giving:  
With Stag-like tears he falling dies,  
Scorns Triumph, and Love's Sacrifice.   

Englished out of Montemayor, in Spanish. On a Pastoral Lover. Estava Lusitano rep●stando.  
YOung Lus●tan sat grazing (Solemn turned)  
His Snow white Flock, through Verdant Plain dispersing;  
Green Sheephook, Scepter-like, th' own hand adorned,  
He viewed the ground, with's own sad Thoughts conversing:  
And raising th' Eyes sometimes, forth Breathed this.  
If provest so sovereign (my Disease) excelling,  
Who says, that, ●osing me not saving is?  
Knows he not that in Pain there 's Pleasure dwelling?  
Since for my Care no salve of comfort sought?  
She need not to regard thee: O Vanda●essa  
Those Ignoran●s mistake my Mystic lot;  
For, since received thy Looks divine Impressa,  
I count it Grief not to be grieved, or wounded:  
My Malady's my Medicine thus compounded.   

The Offering.  
Sweetest Saint,  
Accept my Vows, which Incense like 〈◊〉  
And sum before thee in solemn Sacrifice;  
My flaming Heart my chaste Desires allow,  
●T●ose Morning-offered Sighs, and Evening too;  
Receive their ●inder B●eath, whereof each one  
Seems to put up short begging Orison  
Or Love-suit to thee: Pity the complain●  
Each whispers in thine Eare. And lest I fain●  
In my Devotio●s, please but other-whil●,  
To Answer with the sparkle of a Smile  
That I'm accepted; but if frowns you bring  
Alas my Heart's turned mee● dead Offering.  
Fain would I please my Saint, O gently bow  
T' intrust my Ignorance, and teach me how:  
Crown me thus far, thy Favourite 〈◊〉,  
And I'll disclaim all other Saints, but Thee.   

The Complaint.  
WHy was I Born,  
Or not born Blind?  
Though thence the sco●●;  
Of whole mankind,  
Their Pity, or Wonder;  
That ●o I'd Woman's shape ne'er known;  
Or seeing, had I missed but one,  
But Thine alone;  
We only kept asunder.  
O then kind Heavens you had 〈◊〉  
A Soul of Anguish,  
Tha●'s now condemned to sad un-rest,  
And endlessly must languish:  
Yet check my Heart, no more  
These Plaints; give o'er:  
Since thou hadst rather dye through her rejection  
Then not have seen so rare Perfection   

Mutual Love, Conjugal.  

MOst true that Love, sweet sweetest those  
Enjoyments where there Liking is  
(Whence Value of each other grows)  
For th' Person, Parts, Conditions, these;  
To that's measure  
Seems reduced the Fancies pleasure;  
Va●ue coining all that hour,  
Though something wrought by Nature's power.   

Mird where not enforced by friends,  
Nor strained through fondness, greedy Mood  
To Honour, Wealth, such Worldly ends  
(Although ●it Competence be good,  
Serves to season  
M●rri●ge, life, on grounds of reason)  
Kisses else bad food become,  
Faint qualmish Sweets that Wedlock-sum▪   

Love away, but wasting time  
Those Acts appear, with sigh for 〈◊〉;  
At least when 〈◊〉 ' N●vel●y, joy's prime  
Of Wealth is o'er, when cloying grows;  
Poor sauce ●oording  
To th' B●d● choice delights affording,  
〈…〉 sense 〈…〉 please,  
By th' Fa●●y that seems checked, with ease.   

So to th' hungry loathsome prove  
Meats oft, where crossed th●ir Fancy, mind:  
Stra●ge Damping too, where either's Love  
Contemned 〈◊〉 first in ruder kind,  
O●ce Disdained;  
Tai●t it leaves, though th' P●ize obtained:  
This sel● lov● to all 〈◊〉,  
That 〈◊〉 would have their Lov●s abused.  
〈…〉   

Besides th' offensive scorn, it leaves  
Of colder Love stamped Jealousy;  
Whereas each nobler Spirit conceives  
joys lost, if come not kindly free:  
Tenfold deeming  
Those Sweets too, enhanced esteeming,  
Whilst but thinks Another's Pleased,  
Loved, choicest Minions flames appeased   

Pure sweets alone  
Where no such Love-affrontings known;  
Though Civil, modest coyness shown.    

Constancy.  

AFter liking of each other,  
Needful Constancy does prove  
To th' harmonious Marriage- Love,  
That no Fog those Joys might smother;  
Such strong settled Temper, Mind  
(Linked discretion) as th' enjoying  
Damps no● Love through fuller Cloying;  
Nor World's businesses combined,  
Houshold-cares,  
Which breed oft distemper, jars.   

Some from thence dull Melancholies  
Raise, become untuned oft;  
Or, through worldly Pleasures caught,  
Vain Moods rambling sensual Follies:  
Whilst his constant fixed Soul  
Can both worldly Business, Pleasure  
Manage rule, in sober measure,  
Not like th' Air or Water's ●oul;  
But unmoved  
Like th' Earth's Centre, Rocks approved.   

Thus, lesle tossed his Brain, confounded  
Through those Objects manifold,  
Counting Her chief wr●●th of Gold;  
L●ve's preserved, still deeply grounded:  
And if envious Sickness, Time  
Change her Cheeks, for former Beauty  
Fancies, loves (kind Husband's duty)  
Sweets enjoyed once, i'th' Prime:  
Holds his R●ad  
Planet-like, for ever trod.   

Authoris Sententia, eadem & Salomonis;  
Vanitas vanitatum, Vanitas vanitatum, Omnia vanitas.   
FINIS.    

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